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southsideof10

Joined August 2010.

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When they close the book on me what will they say?

To be honest, that book needs to be opened first and I’ve been a lackluster book owner thus far. The experiences that have defined this life have been wonderful and plentiful but I can’t shake the feeling that they will not truly ripen to full memories until they are committed to the page.

Hands and fingers walk the mind’s talk and I’m supposed to pull the strings. A lethargic and procrastinating puppeteer willing his will to be stronger.

Stories

  1. What she has

    My name is Betty and I have this friend, rather, I had this friend. She had the clothes, the friends, the grades, the job. Most importantly; she had him. She had Paul and I did not. My attempts and ploys were foolish. I can see that now. I can say that...

  2. Farther Down the Chute

    Fingers Plastic Lights Sound The effort was minuscule The sight and sound were cliche The fall was thrilling It was hard to believe that the face of defeat could appear so attractive. He fell. He slid. He whooped. He hollered. He reached bottom and a f...

  3. Waiting for an Ending

    He was here. He knew he did not have to be. The confines of his driver seat had never felt less comfortable. He knew what he was here to do. He didn’t relish the thought. He shuddered. She came through the doors in mid conversation. A classmate w...

  4. His Absence Doesn't Bother

    He was in the wind. His ties to me had become tenuous at best. The nights spent with women, who did not wear my ring, had piled up. I can’t say this bothered me. Our beginning was like any other, filled with grand gestures and deep promises. No o...

  5. This Is How They Began

    Their first meeting was just a meeting, nothing more. Eyes did meet and smiles were swapped, but no stage was set for another of love’s great performances. When they met for the second time, realizations came. Sudden awareness flooded the eyes a...

  6. The Eye of a Married Man

    Her wiles had waned. Her flirtations had ceased. Another sought to assume her role. A night on the town brought him to the arms of another. A child in his first “big boy bed” did little to diminish the urges that all men know. She was there...

  7. Spreading Them to Ground

    I sensed it. It was in the air. The winds came. Heat arrived. I knew it was time. It’s funny to think that this time of year can always lead me to thoughts of laying seed, but it does. Contrary to my thoughts or intents, I come to this point eve...

  8. The Time Traveler's Party

    The man moved up the front walk slowly, but not too slowly. He was cautious in his movements, but not cautious enough to be noticed by anyone; anyone but me of course. This man warranted attention. He was the reason I was in this place. He was the reas...

  9. In the Lee of Annabel

    There still he remains He remains there still Held and fixed in pose As he wakes As he breathes As he gravely guards over me Under the moon Under moon’s beam Under in dream Under dreams of me Time was all we had Time to learn and time to flourish Tim...

  10. The Walls of Jericho

    By faith the walls of Jericho fell down as the horns sounded ____ God help humanity if anything comes upon us more difficult than navigating the space between a father and a son. This was true for me and mine; many a ship was lost in those churning wat...

  11. Survivor's Guilt

    There’s an intersection I go to. Insignificant except for its proximity to a school, yet profound in my mind as the scene where I took two lives. Everyone thinks that they’re a good driver. I had held this view for many years before a night...

  12. Father of One

    A bombshell? Whoever coined that phrase had clearly never worn the shoes on my feet. Come to think of it, why had I laced these up for my trip to the store? I never wear these shoes, except with that one pair of pants. Thinking about my clothing choice...

  13. Something About Her...

    What is it about her? What do you mean? There’s something about the waitress. What? Are you falling in love? Nothing like that. There’s just something about her; the way she looks. I hadn’t noticed. She’s right over there delive...

  14. Forgive Them Father

    Forgive them Father, they know not what they do He knew this to be true and he hated it. Worse yet, it was his fault. Free will: a horribly misguided notion. In the beginning of this little ant farm called existence it seemed vital that his creations b...

  15. Thwarted at Every Turn

    Are there any truly evil deeds left? I’m sure there are, but my frustration is high. The yearning to commit despicable deeds is alive and well in me, yet when planes are flown into skyscrapers, cafes are blown up, and illegal wars are begun by ma...

  16. I Disagree...

    One Word Story: I Disagree… Antidisestablishmentarianism.

  17. To the Ends of the Earth

    Earth’s precipice never seen Visible as toes cross the brink Widening chasm lies below Depth toys with eyes and heart Shallow on descent Towering crag to climbing hands Standing ramrod straight Pitiful pillars once called men Rictus grins of morb...

  18. Grandfather's Legacy

    Grandfather was gone. I hated him for that. How was I to know that he longed, as I did, for escape from this place; this life? The years have crawled by since the day of the explosion, and I have done all that is in my power to rid myself of this ̶...

  19. Wearing it on the Outside

    I came into life covered in my mother’s blood. She died shortly thereafter and the blood was now my own. My father was less than nothing. He was subhuman and would have been no less awful had my mother lived, but he never raised his hand to me. A...

  20. The River

    I never burned the candle at both ends, yet here I am with only drops of wax to fuel my small lick of flame. They gather around me with eyes and ears gaping wide, awaiting last gestures and utterances. These they will take from this room as treasured t...

  21. The Wizard and the Witch

    Magics clashed and the world fell away. He saw her as she panted; hands on knees. Exhausted as well, he cringed thinking of those who had trembled before him seeing him now. They were all gone, or maybe it was he who was gone. The wizard and the witch ...

  22. Garage Band

    Silence was the only sound of consistency in the small hamlet. Those that dwelt in its hillside homes heard only the howl of the wind on the Waste when words and work were done. This never sat well with Trium and his friends, but the the boys performed...

  23. The good life come at last

    Here all the bonds fade away. Singledom and the solitary life I had known were nothing more than pages turned; no dog-ears made. These eyes are now cast out and forward; jubilant in their release from searching for “the one.” She’d be...

  24. Tangerine Speedo

    “In Costa Rica there’s no summer.” That’s what he liked to say; constantly. Truth is, it’s always summer here and even in July he said it all the same. Everyone knew him. He was the resident American gigolo who, years befo...

  25. After the Wringer

    Love Poem in Six Words Wounded, alone. Rise two, stand one.

  26. You should know

    I didn’t live in fear of someone finding out, but it was low on my list of things I’d like others to know about me; about her. She was what she was. Mom always told me “you can’t hope to change someone.” She was better tha...

  27. More than numbers to my father's son

    I am a Runner. The bank is steep and the walls are far past the white that once told of contact. Those absent stripes are a comfort to the wheel-man I have become; never burdened by the signifying marks of contact. All I know is grey ground, heat vapor...

  28. What you pay for

    There’s never a call for lingering afterward. A quick visit to the restroom and then the dress is pulled back on in a manner far less sexy than it was removed. The heels are re-strapped to tiny feet; it’s unclear if they make the walk out t...

  29. A life now thinner

    …and it fell limply to my side. My finger considered the trigger; running its length several times as my eyes drown in tears and strained to look through the kitchen wall. How was it possible for me to no longer comprehend a word so simple and fa...

  30. Cowardice as Crusade

    It was odd that his mother sent him out to play so late at night. There was no objection or question from the boy as his mother slipped the heavy vest over his head followed by his normal clothing. He assumed the vest was some sort of flak jacket like ...

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