Delight

         Because of the amount of talk it generated, I really expected a lot more out of Palm Springs. Conversations of planned vacations to this far away land seemed to be a thing of fashion, and I was a few hundred bucks short of Gucci. My time share. My hotel stay. My get away. That was what they talked about, so when my mom invited me to go with her on a trip to this magical land, I was already imagining the stories I would share the next time someone bragged about their Palm Springs experience.           After the two hour car ride, however, I was wondering if we had gone to the wrong Palm Springs.            The drive was boring. The sun was hot. Palm Springs itself was a bad imitation of an oasis. However, Mom had taken me out of school for the trip, so I really couldn’t complain. Besides, I was determined to go home with a tale worth telling. My story already had an edge, because I was going to the BNP Paribas Tennis Open—an annual tournament which features 160 professio

   “How was work today?” She tried to conceal her fear with a smile. Her eyes followed his mechanic gait towards the kitchen sink. He paused and she noticed his hand flip something like a switch beneath the granite countertop.    “Another success,” he stated. He approached the window and lowered the blinds.    “Yes. Of course. Your team is brilliant.”    “Soon they won’t have to be.” He strode across the dark, hardwood floor, towards the front door. He locked it. And returned to the kitchen.    “Oh?...Why is that?” A small tremble had caught her frail, mortal hands. She set her spatula down.    “Soon we will all be united in perfection.” He was staring at her now. Observing all her signs of distress. Eyes dilating. Sweat beading at the temple. Blood pressure elevating.    “S—s—solidarity…” she stammered. He approached her. She retreated. The countertop came at her back.    “You aren’t feeling well.”    “I—I’m feeling fine,” she responded. He now stood over her. She ex

   When I tell people that I enjoy writing, the first question they always ask is "Do you have a blog?" Hence the reason I claimed this little nook of the internet.     I must warn you that I will be cheating at this blogging thing--at least for the first month or two. In the last two years, my stock pile of stories and creative writing discussion topics has only grown due to class assignments; I know right? Woe is me, I had to take classes that required me to write stories! All joking aside, I highly recommend taking a writing class or joining a writing group, if for no other reason than the feedback.    As I was saying, for the first few months I will be posting prefabricated works. It is my sincere hope that you all will respond to what I write. My vision is to make this blog about the creative process of writing and to give writers and readers a common platform for discussion. My writing will serve more as a case in point sort of thing. However, as much as I encoura