The thoughts, ideas and writings of an introverted woman in this extroverted world.
Any writer’s who’s a real writer will feel the pain of sitting at their desk, their brain pumping and flowing with ideas — when suddenly, to their absolute horror, they don’t remember how to get any of it out on paper. It is the dreaded writer’s block, the scourge of the Seven Pens (heh —…
(I usually don’t leave a blog post full on the first page, but this one is a little different than what I usually post.) Last night, I couldn’t sleep. Being prone to insomnia, I didn’t want to think about what it meant. So, I didn’t. Instead, I had dreams about it over and over again.…
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with The Blackwell game series or Wadjet Eye Games. All characters, likenesses, images, etc. are their exclusive property. Opinions listed here are mine, and the fan story is purely for entertainment. Try the demo here! It’s been five days since The Blackwell Epiphany (by Wadjet Eye Games)…
The brownstone on Martin Street was pretty much the way the letter from the property owner had described. Made of rusty red bricks and bordered on the front walk with tall, blooming cherry blossoms, a tenant couldn’t ask for a better spot in New York. Even so, there was an air of nervousness drifting from…
Disclaimer: Rosa Blackwell, Joey Mallone, and the major concepts in this story are property of Wadjet Eye Games. This story is for entertainment purposes only. If it was one thing that Rosangela Blackwell loved about New York City, it the way that the people of every suburb and every neighborhood could come together for…
