Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We, the authors of this flight, would like to welcome you aboard. As we prepare for take-off we ask that you place all baggage at the door; liberate your mind and we will begin our storytelling in just a few moments. And as always, we’d like to thank you for choosing and trusting Paper Plane Pilots for your journey. We hope your mind enjoys the flight, cheers.
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Writers & Artists:
Holden Lyric was born and raised in Los Angeles, California. She is the editor-in-chief of Paper Plane Pilot Publishing. She always chose truth over dare at elementary school parties. Proof of her writing can be dated all the way back to old kindergarten findings and floppy disks. Her mind is full of wildflowers, ladybugs and grey matters. Give her a shout and she’ll give you a whisper.
Ace Kingsly started writing in the fourth grade when he turned in a page-and-a-half for a two-sentence assignment. His teacher yelled at him, and he promptly gave up the dream until college, when a paper on procrastination made his classmates laugh. When he discovered he had the power to make people like him this way, he took to writing as a hobby for what is probably the unhealthiest reason possible.
Jent Garrison was born in San Diego, California. She lived her life at the beach enjoying the soothing sounds of retired surfers and holistic healers. She shifted her atmosphere dramatically when she moved to Los Angeles 7 years ago to pursue her writing career. Today she lives out her days gallivanting through streets, stores, coffee shops, and bars in search of her next story. She is fascinated by the human condition, and goes to great lengths to understand the psychology of people that stand out in society.
Leigh Ann Kyle
Leigh Ann Kyle currently lives in her head, where she was born and raised. However, this kitty can sometimes be lured out of her hidey hole with a delicious dish of Belgian waffles.
Gabby McCullough was born of scrawled ink blotched onto a paper, pieced together by inane scribblings and word doodles. Enchanted with the idea of entrapping emotions into meaningful squiggles, she employs written word as a refuge, penning pain neatly into discrete units which, once united, ultimately explicate. McCullough is fascinated by the role of the writer, unable to decide whether phrases are created and conjured by a writer, or whether a scribe is merely a conduit of predestined vocals waiting in the shadows to be birthed in scripted speech, never abandoning the possibility that the truth lies in a tumultuous marriage between the two. Her favorite pairing of words is the bittersweet utterance “asinine invocation,” which she believes encapsulates the miserable hope which propagates the human condition.
r. miller was presumably born in Baltimore, MD sometime in the late 1980’s, but the only evidence that supports this is the author’s word, and as we know, his word is rather… Dubious. While still a child, he and his family relocated to some bumfuck, sqauresville type of place in southern Pennsylvania where the townsfolk possessed zero fashion sense and were made fat by a steady diet of Utz potato chips, Snyder’s pretzels, and Big Macs from one of the hamlet’s three McDonald’s. The author fell under a sleep spell sometime after puberty, and when he finally awoke, he had found that he had graduated high school and enrolled in college. After deciding that playing in a rock ‘n’ roll band would be much more fun than sitting in a lecture hall, the author abandoned his academic pursuits and for the next several years, made records and toured a good portion of the country in a rickety van with his two best friends. As is too often the case, however, dreams die a horrible and undignified death. The band broke up, and the author spent the next two and a half years mired in a quarter life crisis, spending his days and nights holed up in his bedroom surrounded by empty bottles of Canadian whisky and every season of Dawson’s Creek on DVD. Following a mystical LSD experience that led him to question the foundation of language, the author decided to quit his bellyaching and to start writing poetry and this, dear readers, brings us to the present.
Willie Watt is a poet and parkour enthusiast who enjoys musing on the meaning of life until he descends into madness, at which point he figures he should tell a few stories and get super existential about things. He is supposedly a close descendant of the late, great Edgar Allan Poe, but personally thinks horror is the lowest of literary genres. He currently lives in Austin, Texas. Pretension is his middle name and about 60% of his blood is whiskey. The other 40% is self-deprecation.
Brian Andrade Baker is a writer, photographer, and a happy introvert. He is a native to Los Angeles, California and believes that the city has impacted his creative pursuits as well as his personal character. There’s nothing like an array of tall grey buildings stacked like dominoes and a loud boulevard of street walkers and winos to make Brian feel more at home. He is currently a university student who also writes for the school newspaper. In between the acts of everyday living, he listens to bands with shitty names. (Starfucker, Ghostland Observatory)
Brian also hates long walks on the beach, bendy-straws, and furniture stores.
Melanie Sherri Shaw
Melanie Shaw loves long walks to the toilet, it might seem odd, but this is where she gets all of her writing done. Melanie has a BA in Creative Writing from California State University, Northridge, and is currently pursuing her MFA in poetry at Antioch University. She is fairly new to writing poems, and has been exercising her artistic muscles as she takes pleasure in surrendering herself to the young poet that has been trapped inside her for years. There is nothing that satisfies her more than being able to write, because if she weren’t a writer, she would be in a mental asylum.
M. Alden was almost named for the Brontë sisters, until her brother enthused that her nickname would be Brontësaurus, at which point her parents envisioned horrific scenes of playground torment. Instead they named her Amanda and called her Michaela, and dared to wonder why she was such a hellaciously disobedient child. Having given up biting and spitting at people by age 5, M. has learned to tame her feisty disposition with paper, a pen, and a nice glass of chocolate milk. Currently she studies French and Global Studies in Austin, Texas. Her career aspirations are as ambiguous as her nomenclature, but she loves to love, and so far that is what’s mattered the most.
Derek Childs is a published poet and editor, born and raised in Melbourne, Australia. For those who wish to ask, no, he has never seen a kangaroo on the side of the road, he has never climbed Uluru, and he has never deigned to travel to the Sydney Opera House. At present a post graduate student studying creative writing, editing and publishing, in his spare time he is also an avid video gaming geek, an occasional cook (and kitchen pyromaniac), an aspiring connoisseur of sweet alcoholic beverages, a wickedly terrible dancer, a marketing and public relations enthusiast, an uncontrollable procrastinator, an advocator of mental health awareness, a writer with delusions of grandeur, and a believer in true love. If you wish, you may follow him on Twitter @DerekChilds1, or check out his blog: http://totalovrdose.wordpress.com/ which is often best avoided, unless you have already had a nice glass or two of red.
You don’t always meet Dani Blue, but when you do, it’s awesome, so be prepared. You can ask those other guys and they’ll tell you the same. Her corny humor can be funny, but it’s not most of the time, ha. Besides that though, you can stick humble and passionate to Ms. Blue.
He was born in a shoe but not a little old lady one, a fucking gross Nike sneaker: one floating in a sewer. Wandering Savage attended an art school where his teacher—ass paint McGee—literally shits on the artistic institution by shooting paint out of his ass. Savage has graduated with degrees in chronic masturbation and literary nonsense also known as film. He gives no importance to things his friends care about and spends copious and concerning amounts of time in a mutually abusive relationship with his decrepit demon cat.
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Innovative, compelling and not least of all: imaginative! Some excellent flights of expression observed on board too! I’ll make a point to join future charter flights of unique creativity knowing your roster of brilliant pilots are in command of this authorship’s flight deck! To hear the glorious literary roar of cerebral engines thrust to escape the dullness of mindless gravity’s weight, piercing the clouds blanket toward imagination and the wonderment of Word!
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What a great mission statement.
Thank you! haha It was a little while in the making.
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r.miller….I love your write up. How does your dad feel about your writing ?
Savage, Savage, he ain’t a saint
Swallowed several samples of paint
All shades of the spectrum
Flowed freely from his rectum
In a flamboyant lack of restraint!
I knew your r. miller when he was young
he had somewhat of a wicked tongue
r followed his own path
never to serious but always with a laugh
his brother was bright his sister a delight
his mother a pretty sight his father r would fight
r never understood a man that does not drink
not even a beer what must he think
that’s my dad r thought to himself
a man with no thought of who I am
a man with no thought of who I am…………..