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I cried on my sweet sixteen. While my parents sang “Happy Birthday” in thick, heavy accents, and lit candles were dancing to the tune of their breaths, and wax began to dripping bit by bit on the bright yellow ice-cream cake, I started to sob. I didn’t mean to nor did I have much of … Continue reading
The following was written for my thesis. The final copy was heavily edited, * I don’t know how to explain it, Marge, but it feels like I’m on part of the short end of a stick that only gets shorter. I wake up and my back hurts. I move and my hands hurt. I look … Continue reading
The following was written in my creative writing class during a lesson on ants. I know nothing about ants, so any inaccuracy or fumbling around can be excused. Don’t magnify the mistakes, though. Why? Because ants don’t know anything about me either, so I’m sure if they are reading this, they won’t mind. * I eat. I work. I care. And, … Continue reading
I’m old. There’s no other way to say it. Here I am, four years after beginning this mess of a thing, and all I have after it all is that I’m old. I say this because I know that whatever I write here, I’ll look back on to it when I’m somehow even older, and … Continue reading
In a few moments of time, I will no longer be here. It may be minutes. It may be 74.5 years. But before I know exactly what’s happening, I will be dead. I don’t mean to state the obvious fact of life, but it’s a forgotten truth when inundated with busy lives that insist on … Continue reading
I’ve been selling myself for a while. A little paycheck hangs off each word. Not to say that any of these sentences are worth a damn; they are not. It’s just that I’ve been doing little pieces of freelance work, nothing to brag about, and I’ve been paid for it. That’s how this whole wild … Continue reading
They killed Jesse behind the shed. It was on one of the mornings where the sun doesn’t seem like it’s going to rise, and it just sits there on the haze. It titters and totters, it dips and drops, and just when you think it’s not going to make it and there will be night … Continue reading
Dear dear, I fell out of love with you. Please don’t get upset. Please don’t stop reading there. Though sometimes an entire relationship can end in a sentence, don’t let ours halt at the period. Instead see the white around it, and know that there is always a space after the tiny dot. It may … Continue reading
The following is content inspired from 1 Kings, 21. It tales the tale of Naboth who does not give his land to King Ahab because it is written, “I will not give you my ancestral inheritance.” * You were stone turned to flesh, and this is how I met you. Much of your skin had … Continue reading
[An elementary school gymnasium. Pink hearts and red balloons are festooned everywhere. Occasional bubbles float in the air. Frank is sitting alone on a wooden barstool at a table covered in flowers.] Frank: Hi. #1: Hi. Frank. Pleasure meeting you; I’m Frank. #1: Hi Frank. Frank: And your name is? #1: Do you really think … Continue reading
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