I enjoy making stories, I have since I was in 1st grade and made a tiny bronze sculpture of a dragon trying to eat a village's carrots, but a brave ship captain is holding the monster back with his ship's huge anchor.

When I was 8 and would make my own Mario comics on construction paper, and my own stories in creative writing club in what must have been 5th grade.

Since I've been coming up with stories and things since I was in first grade, I'll order this section by year.

Freshman Year

My Freshman year wasn't all that eventful for me, aside from some family issues(funeral etc.), a medical leave of absence, and struggling to make meaningful connections with the vast number of new people around me.


So, I guess pretty eventful after all, because that's not to even mention the actual school work. 


I thought my college-prep boarding school had prepared me well enough, but man was I wrong. They hadn't prepared me for such a lack of structure and such unprecedented individual freedom.


It was wild, as I'm sure almost everyone's freshman year is.


My second semester, after the medical leave and death in the family, I focused a lot more on rekindling my artistic side. trying my hand at painting, singing, writing, and drawing again. I wasn't very good at singing or drawing anymore at the time, so I ran with the painting and, of course, writing.

Sophomore Year

Junior Year

Senior Year

Super-Senior(5th Year)

A game for senior capstone at High Point University.

At first, it was a somewhat goofy block game from bird's eye view based on movement,

then, a more serious but still pun-fueled narrative.

Finally, a mix of both goofy sound design, a cheesy and fun narrative albeit still abnormal where it flips the typical damsel in distress scenario with the wife rescuing the husband from prism person jail(Prisom).


You play as Ricky tengul, a rectangular prism arrested and jailed for heading up a pyramid scheme.

In a face-flopping attempt to tumble and roll his way out of prison with no appendages, Ricky is aided by his hacker wife, Sophera, a sassy rectangular prism who essentially is directly responsible for his escape.