The bullet begins to slide out of the barrel. People, in general, have a hard time gauging their own uniqueness. There’s a confluence of factors that cause this, one of which being the fact that many people have a drive and a desire to be unique. Some people take this further than others — artists … Continue reading Unique
Category: Fiction
Waiting
Yuna spent most of her life waiting. In school, she sat at her desk, trying and failing to listen to her teacher but instead listening to the sound of the clock as it ticked away on the wall, signalling that her time of freedom was inching closer and closer. It wasn’t that she didn’t like … Continue reading Waiting
The Truth
Sometimes I wonder, if you believe something strongly enough, what’s the difference between that and reality? From this comes another, related question: If enough people — say, 100% of people — become convinced of the truth of something that was once untrue, does it then become true? I guess you probably think I’m talking about … Continue reading The Truth
The Other Kids
My mother used to walk to school when she was in elementary. I would never let my kids do that, not these days, but her mom thought it was safe. At first. My mom didn’t let me walk to school, either, but for completely different reasons. I asked her why, in elementary school, and all … Continue reading The Other Kids
Painting
“Sylvia?” “Just a minute. I’m almost at a place where I can stop.” “Okay, well, I’m ready to go.” “Oh.” “Tom and Corey are waiting.” “I know. I just... I feel like if I leave now, I’m going to lose my rhythm.” “We told them we’d be there ten minutes ago. We’re already late.” “We … Continue reading Painting
Mirrors
I get weird thoughts in my head, sometimes, as I’m lying in bed at night trying to fall asleep, or when I’m in the shower, with the warm water falling over me, and it feels like time has stopped just for a short time, giving me a chance to just absorb and contemplate. One of … Continue reading Mirrors
A Good Day
On April 28th, 2017, Jerry Wilkinson had a good day. This may sound insignificant, but to him, it was not. It was the first time he remembered having and actual good day in a least seven years. Jerry did not think of himself as an unhappy man, but he was not a happy one. When … Continue reading A Good Day
To Be Happy
This is Callan’s house, and Niall does not live here, but by the way Niall commits himself to washing the dishes, you would not guess it. There is silence between the two for now, though Niall’s stiff, straight back and the angry vigor with which he scrubs the dishes, when paired with the defeated … Continue reading To Be Happy
A Second Excerpt from “Letters”
I chose to spend this morning working on a project I call "Letters," from which I've previously posted one excerpt. Here's a second excerpt from it as today's post. Birch was gone when Tomás awoke, as Tomás had expected. Tomás was thankful. He was incredibly sweaty, for one, having spent the night wrapped up in … Continue reading A Second Excerpt from “Letters”
The Memory of Her Scent
The sweet smell of her hair fills his nose as he lays in bed at night. He breathes it in deep, savoring every molecule of it. It is the scent of peace and contentment. It lulls him deep into sleep, where for a few hours, he stops existing. The soft touch of her hand, fingers … Continue reading The Memory of Her Scent
Daydreams 