The Infinite Starr

thought-provoking

  • The Conference Room

    There is no time to sit idle when the world is spinning round and round. She arrived carrying a suitcase, a laptop, and a mind that had no intention of staying where her body had been placed. The hotel lobby buzzed with polished shoes gliding across marble floors, rolling suitcases announcing new arrivals, and conversations…

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  • The Cage That Fed Everyone

    A person who sits with their demons long enough realizes that they are all teachers wearing masks. I used to think they came carrying pitchforks. Turns out they arrived holding mirrors. Funny how disappointment always introduces itself as punishment until enough years pass for you to realize it was simply an instructor with terrible bedside…

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  • The Kitchen Table Between Worlds

    In the mornings clarity settles in without any judgement. There is something sacred about the first few moments before the world remembers your name. Before the phone lights up. Before coffee has convinced your body to participate. Before obligations begin collecting their debt. The mind is quiet then. It has already spent the night doing…

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  • The Birthday We Never Knew We Were Having

    Somewhere today someone is celebrating a birthday, but I truly wonder if they are celebrating the way they should. There it is again. The writer’s block. A great big stubborn wall parked right in the middle of my afternoon like it paid rent to be there. I stared at the blinking cursor hoping it would…

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  • The Day the Words Packed Their Bags

    There is a strange kind of silence that only writers hear. It doesn’t sound like silence at all. It sounds like an empty room where people were laughing five minutes ago. I never thought I would run out of things to say. Writers joke about writer’s block the way fishermen joke about rain. It exists.…

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  • The Doorway That Read Corrupted Light

    There are stories that never found a religion because they were too old for scripture. They existed before language became organized, before mankind decided that the invisible should have names. They passed from one generation to another as whispers. Not because they were forbidden, but because they could not be proven. Some truths were never…

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  • The Throne That Called Itself a Gift

    There is a room hidden beneath history that few people have ever been invited to see. It has no king upon its throne. Only a contract. The paper is so old the ink has faded, but every generation signs it without reading it first. They inherit the rules before they inherit their own names. A…

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  • When the Music Stopped

    No one remembered hearing the machine start. Everyone remembered wondering why the silence felt so loud after it stopped. It wasn’t announced. There were no flashing lights. No emergency broadcast. No countdown. Just a strange feeling that somewhere beneath everything…something enormous had sighed its last breath. Then the world blinked. Not dramatically. Not with explosions…

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  • The Woman Who Became a Cemetery

    Some people say the world has become kinder. I don’t know where they’re shopping. Because every time I walk through a grocery store, stand in line at a coffee shop, or watch someone scream at a waitress because the ranch dressing came out after the fries, I find myself wondering… When did people become so…

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