atlas brown

In Search of My Creative Muse While Writing A Novel...

i wrote some real shyt tonight and I do not give a damn what the world thinks about it. I am here to write and to stand up for the person that will not speak her or his mind. I aim for greatness globally. I have a passport, because it is my birthright.

—sitting at my desk thinking about how the world is so effing messed up right now. How can one be creative in mediocrity?

The Grandiose of Life | SURVIVAL

—atlas brown

Flash Fiction 12:24 AM Jersey was used to the busy street lights. He was supposed to meet up with her on 136th Street. They were going to talk everything out at 8 PM sharp on the train. Standing at the street corner, Jersey looked at his watch and opted for a cab. He had an epiphany and wanted to destroy all of the images that once made him stop and desperately run after her shadow.

Flash Fiction

12:24 AM

Jersey was used to the busy street lights. He was supposed to meet up with her on 136th Street. They were going to talk everything out at 8 PM sharp on the train. Standing at the street corner, Jersey looked at his watch and opted for a cab. He had an epiphany and wanted to destroy all of the images that once made him stop and desperately run after her shadow.