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Joined September 2010.

151 stories, 1 challenge, 60 comments, and 3 friends

i write stuff sometimes.

Stories

  1. Saturn (The Sixth Planet from the Sun)

    Saturn stands surrounded, engulfed by pieces and fragments of a world once there. Those fragments spin, spin, ever reminding us that nothing is ever really gone. Rocks still spinning in our minds. Like rings of dust. Like asteroids slamming into the su...

  2. Jupiter (The Fifth Planet from the Sun)

    And what if everything we know isn’t really much at all? The equations and formulas and numbers that define our lives mean nothing more outside the small corner of our existence. On Jupiter, it doesn’t matter. On Jupiter, nothing matters. T...

  3. Mars (The Fourth Planet from the Sun)

    Maybe our distant home isn’t really a home at all. Maybe there’s no other homes out there for us to settle in. What would it be like to know your closest ally would soon because your greatest fear? Maybe it will hit the dust, or maybe it wi...

  4. Earth (The Third Planet from the Sun)

    It’s all we’ve ever known. The things we accomplished shine like stickered stars on a classroom board. What if we took the stars down? Would the imprints left from the dust mean anything to our future kids? Will the things we build now just...

  5. Venus (The Second Planet from the Sun)

    Do you think they long to be loved? The attention that we’re given seems to fall just ahead of what we deserve. And I think we’ve gone a bit too far this time. Maybe Venus is just our backup plan. Or maybe it’s our old home. Maybe it&...

  6. Mercury (The First Planet from the Sun)

    Things aren’t like they are here when you’re standing on their ground. How I wish I could be standing on their ground. Maybe they wish for a heavier footing. Maybe they long for a brother to be looking to. Everything’s less taxing ove...

  7. New Deal of the Mind

    New Deal of the Mind So read the title of the set of papers that lied in front of him. He reached forward and fingered the sides, almost as if checking to make sure the stack actually existed. He examined the ink closely along with the formation of the...

  8. Thoughts on an Experience in the Grass at 1 AM on Thanksgiving

    I wonder if anything really matters at all. Sitting on the grass of my front lawn, I watch the stars slowly move across the sky. Up there, does anything really matter? Above the clouds, do these constant petty problems really amount to anything at all?...

  9. The Mud

    The sensation on my skin reminded me of home. More specifically, it reminded me of the feeling of slowly sinking into that shallow stream near my house. The sinister sense of death was derailed by the feeling of soft mud pressing against my back. I alw...

  10. The Mind and the Matter

    They cut down the woods I used to go to on nights like this. “They”, of course, is referring to the multitudes of millionaires and billionaires who decided to build their glorious homes in the hills of North Jersey. I can’t blame them. I would li...

  11. Ford Explorer

    I do not wish to understand what was going through your brain when you stood beside the road and waited to jump.

  12. Thoughts on an Experience at a Stoplight in South Jersey at 2 AM

    I sat still at the light for at least 10 seconds after it turned green. There weren’t any cars around that late, and I felt pretty content where I was. I considered hitting the gas, continuing on my way, but there was no need to rush. Nobody would no...

  13. Genes (Mature)

  14. Half Smoked Cigarettes and Breaks Cut Short

    “Got a light?” he said, sitting on the rocks across from me. “Never did.” I said, instead letting my breath act as smoke, rising up into the frozen sky. I was sitting on one of the stacked plastic crates, not much more comfortable than the grou...

  15. Darkroom

    The dim red light lit up her face perfectly, outlining the curve of her nose and the length of her slight smile. The university’s darkroom is generally a popular place this late, night shots being as beautiful as they are. I tend to rush to get t...

  16. Timpani (Mature)

  17. The Cut on the Side of my Thumb - Part 1

    The cut on the side of my thumb reminds me that the events of one week ago did indeed happen. Slipping off the roof of your car and onto the rocky shores of the Schuylkill River served as a not-s0-permanent testament of the time we spent together. I wa...

  18. Dead Herring

    “What are we doing? And why?" She looked at me, holding the device. Her voice echoed around my ears and head, circulating through my brain. They wouldn’t bow to silence. “Use it.” I whispered. The sand kicked up. I lost sig...

  19. The Ice

    I slip and tumble forward. My body slides fast across the ice, I catch a glimpse of him still running fast behind me. Looking forward, again, I find myself not slowing down but rather speeding up. The ice almost frictionless against my body. Faster, fa...

  20. Flights to Atlantis

    Never forget those nights. The nights we spent under the stars. Wordless, not by infatuation. Wordless, forgetting how to love. The half open mouths, half cooked thoughts. Ramblings that never reached the cool air. Never forget the feeling we felt. Lay...

  21. The Trail of Trees that Leads Up to the Lake in the Clearing

    I take the running leap, my feet gliding the air over the icy creek. With my next thought, my feet hit the mud. I sink in a few inches, not enough to slow my run. Picking up my feet, I dig deeper into the forest, faster and faster, my breaths turning i...

  22. Boarding Call

    “Now boarding flight number 304 to Seattle, zone 1.” I almost dozed off before she woke me up, how lucky. I never liked sleeping in the airport, feeling like every passing soul is watching. Some people, like the older man next to me, seem t...

  23. Layover (Mature)

  24. People I'll Never See Again

    I always sucked at small talk. The subway, for the most part,was empty. The G-train was riding to it’s last stop and only she was sitting across from me. A number carts down there were a few clustered people. I’ve never ridden the train thi...

  25. People I'll Never See

    The plane’s shadow crosses millions. New York to Berlin. Millions of shadowy faces hidden beneath the air between me and the Earth. Staring out the window, I consider those who inhabit the shadow for those brief periods of time. Maybe an older bu...

  26. Home is...

    The early fog over the water reminds me of home, or at least the home I used to live at. “Home” really was a funny word to me now. I used to consider home a house, a pantry full of food, a mom, a dad, a place to lay my head. But now, it see...

  27. Drunken Draft

    The star I’ve been watching twinkles, and I wonder if it’s really a star at all. I consider the possibilities of distant life, distant people, distant love, be it across the ocean or across the galaxy or across the street. The star I’...

  28. Saint Peter

    “Hm, an incredible piece.” “Yes, yes, the One above put in quite the effort.” “I wonder what it will go for?” “I’d be willing to spend years for this work of art.” “Excuse me, everyone, we ...

  29. Tuscon

    “What will we do once we hit Tuscon?” Mike asked, sliding the door open and peering out, before shutting it again. The question bothers me. “Is there really a goal?” I ask him, while lighting a cigarette. “No. I mean, is t...

  30. The Brooklyn Blues

    Of the things I miss the most, I think I miss being tired. Of the few people I’ve come across since the event, they all seem to have let go of the past. But I can’t stop thinking about the bills I left unpaid, and the piece of cake I left u...