This was once simply a place for me to collect my stories, but I am adapting it to make it a bit more free form. I will occasionally (maybe) post fiction work again, but I’d like to instead try to discuss some of the things I see popping up in my daily life that seem to get people stuck. My goal is to be helpful rather than harmful. Some of this will not be easy, none of it will be simple, all of it feels necessary to me.
Let’s travel, shall we?
He pushed his fingers through the thin black plastic carefully. His nose wrinkled instinctively, waiting for a freshly putrid smell to smack him in the face.
Nothing.
It was dark in the small cramped space of the half-full dumpster, it made it difficult to separate the good junk from the bad. He made his jagged opening a bit wider and saw faces staring up at him. Beautiful faces with perfectly carved features staring up from shining magazine covers.
He smudged through them. All women’s shit. When he saw the stack he was hoping for a bit of porno or at least a lingerie catalog. No one read mags anymore.
He tossed the stack aside and pawed for another overripe trash bag.
The stack of magazines toppled slowly, a waterfall of glossy pages sliding down over his feet. He reached down to move them aside and saw a familiar face looking up at him from one of the back covers. The product was not important, but that face…
His eyes were suddenly moist.
He had just begun to slipstream behind a massive 747 when the unfamiliar chiming brought him uncomfortably into waking. He blinked his eyes, trying to get them to focus through the thick screen of sleep. The room was dark but he could see the small rectangle of blue light on the table next to the bed. It was pulsing slowly, the light bringing the shapes around it in and out of focus. The ceramic lamp that shared the nightstand with the glowing phone began to throw ominous, looming shadows over his bed. Continue reading
She had always expected grandchildren. She had expected, even as a young girl, to live deep into her twilight surrounded by chittering, smiling faces. Even before she had thought of having children or even knew what that meant, she had expected grandchildren. She had expected full tables at thanksgiving and long lists of names at Christmas.
She could always see it so vividly.
Sitting next to a man who would have looked remarkably like a potato that lay in the cupboard too long whose skin had gone loose as the inside had lessened with time. She would have borne the years with more grace and would have had tight skin that shone like a mirror as it stretched across her forehead. She had expected to buy him little sweaters that he would have worn as he sat in front of a typewriter, or sat in his favorite chair reading the paper or a book that he loved. The sweaters would have always been soft against her face when he hugged her unexpectedly in the middle of a frigid morning. Continue reading
She had always expected grandchildren. She had expected, even as a young girl, to live deep into her twilight surrounded by chittering, smiling faces. Even before she had thought of having children or even knew what that meant, she had expected grandchildren. She had expected full tables at thanksgiving and long lists of names at Christmas.
She could always see it so vividly.
Sitting next to a man who would have looked remarkably like a potato whose skin had gone loose after too long in a cupboard. She would have borne the years with more grace and would have had tight skin that shone like a mirror as it stretched across her forehead. She had expected to buy him little sweaters that he would have worn as he sat in front of a typewriter, or sat in his favorite chair reading the paper or a book that he loved. The sweaters would have always been soft against her face when he hugged her unexpectedly in the middle of a frigid morning. Continue reading
A film that I did for school. Enjoy!
She lay there in the dark chill of her bunk and tried to ignore the grating beep of her alarm. It had pulled her out of the deep dark hole of sleep a few minutes before but she always hated that damned sound. It might have had something to do with the fact that she slept so much better out here. No traffic noise, no birds to wake her, no sun coming up and invading her room through her windows. The sun was always up out here, but it only came in when she wanted it too. Continue reading
This weekend, we’re asking for you to sum up your own process with just three little words. Give us dry wit, pathos or otherwise. And remember, we like your blood on the page. Put it there. – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.6NHEvbD6.dpuf
My three words are:
Flood Agonize Pare
I feel childish.
Awkwardly haunting her back garden in the wee hours of the morning. Peeking through the curtains in a pathetic attempt to catch a glimpse of glistening pink skin.
She knows I’m there. She loves that I’m there. It excites her.
At least that’s what I tell myself.
The neck-broken tulips under my feet will serve as evidence later. They will say that I stomped on their corpses in anticipation. The delicate yellow heads crushed and battered. They deserve the same chalk halo.
She loved me in the end. Throat wrapped in precious silk. She loved me.
Word Count: 99
So I’m not quite sure I like the way this turned out, but it is what it is.
So it’s been a little while since I’ve written anything. A lot of stuff going on and I was honestly just a bit of a breather over the summer. Let’s get back to it shall we.
I watched them hack him into pieces that no longer looked like they came from a human and shove them into their mouths. Their tools were crude misshapen gouges of nearly black iron, and I knew by the grunts that accompanied their thrashing blows that they were not sharp. The jagged metal was tearing more than it was slicing. Continue reading
So I woke up this morning, earlier than I would have liked, and popped open my gmail account to find a comment and a like on my blog despite not having written in it for almost 3 weeks. Finals happened, then my Mom came out to visit for two weeks so it’s been a blog free couple of weeks, and because we are about to move to a new apartment, it might be a week or so before I get back to work.
However, in the space of time that I have been writing I have come across a few bloggers, or they have come upon me, thus expanding my writing community. One of the bloggers that discovered me, and by that act allowed me to discover him, is remingtonmoll over at think/look/write. Not only has this guy written some great stuff, he has encouraged and supported my work along the way. This week he threw his hat in the ring to give me the Liebster award for new blogs. I’ll explain the rules of the award and sort of get into what it means below. Either way, I would like to really thank Remington for the honor and the privilege. I will refrain from passing the Liebster right back, but I will send my sincere thanks and get down to the brass tacks of my obligations when it comes to the Liebster. Continue reading
Words Have Teeth 