You ever feel like you’re just waiting for life to start? Like, one day, something big is gonna happen—money’s gonna come in, the right…

There’s something about an old car. Maybe it’s the smell—half grease, half history. Or the way the metal feels when you run your fingers…

I have a theory. Most people don’t actually know what they’re capable of. Not because they’re lazy. Not because they’re scared. But because they…

I woke up this morning, stretched, and something in my back made a noise that sounded like a tree branch snapping in half. That’s…

There’s a notebook sitting on the floor next to my bed. It’s beat-up, the edges curling in, pages stained with coffee and regret. Inside?…

There’s a road just outside of town. Nothing special—just cracked pavement and power lines, stretching out toward nowhere. But I used to think if…

There’s a little ritual I have. Most nights, when it’s too late to be awake but too early to sleep, I pick up my…

There’s this moment that happens. It sneaks up on you when you least expect it—when you’re walking down a familiar street, hearing an old…

There was a time when I felt bigger than this place. Bigger than the small-town streets, the dead-end jobs, the same old faces that…

I caught my reflection in a store window yesterday. Didn’t recognize myself. Not in some deep, metaphorical way. I mean literally—I stopped, looked, and…