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Joined September 2010.

151 stories, 2 challenges, 60 comments, and 3 friends

i write stuff sometimes.

Stories

  1. Iced-Tea Concentrate

    After my father’s burial, I went straight to the grocery store. Beforehand, I made a to-do list on my phone and made myself sure I wouldn’t forget. Milk, bread, iced-tea concentrate. I had become tired of drinking water every night. I didn&...

  2. On Improving My Life (Mature)

  3. Everything that You Love

    The subway is crowded, typical for a Friday afternoon. The atmosphere always sort of changes on a Friday, people become friendlier, the conversations become louder, the smiles become slightly bigger. The group across from me, probably some college frie...

  4. Biceps and Triceps

    I can’t connect with them. It doesn’t work like that. No, no, no. That’s like cleaning a car before you crash it. Pointless. Stupid. But this girl, this poor, innocent girl. She looked so sweet. I couldn’t help it. I talked to h...

  5. Amateur Astrology

    It’s early spring, and at times like these I wish it wasn’t. The warming air outside beckons me to parties, gatherings, long walks, yet the comfort of my bed offers a shield from the imaginable, unimaginable. My head feels unsure of what ei...

  6. Stagnation (Mature)

  7. Foggy Lands

    The fog stretches for miles over the hills and the houses. When looking out the window, one can often see the silhouette of a woman walking home with her groceries or a man chopping wood for a fire. We don’t see much of each other often. I leave ...

  8. Jokes

    And then we crashed your car. The compact Toyota twisted and turned off the road into a ditch, somehow dodging trees and bushes. Blood coated the ceilings, probably yours. The numbers on my cell phone didn’t make sense to me, swaying back and for...

  9. "I Would Trade It for the Silence"

    The light snowfall is the only evidence that time is still indeed passing. I take my steps slowly, yet fluidly, unsure of how else to act. There aren’t many people here this early, and I guess I can kind of take comfort in that. My shoes sink into th...

  10. The Screams of a Celestial Messiah

    The faint ticks of the clock are all that separate my breathing and my slowing thoughts. My mother is screaming for me, yet, her cries are not hers. I realize the screams and terrors will break apart with the inner workings of the deepest cysts of my m...

  11. The Clash, an '05 Ford, and Cold Coffee

    The waiter poured my coffee, offering a consolation sigh. However, he didn’t touch the cup sitting across from me, ordered preemptively about 30 minutes ago. Of course, it’s cold now. He could very well offer to serve a new cup, but why waste the d...

  12. Trips to the Moon (Mature)

  13. Territory

    The constant clicking of the tracks comforted me, as the rest of my eye were blinded by the cart’s walls. I could hear Mike sleeping just a bit away. We usually took turns falling asleep. Just in case the train made an unexpected stop during which we...

  14. Mississippi

    I felt the rumbling in the ground. “Get up, quick!” I shouted to my friend, sleeping beside me. Within a few seconds we were backed away from the tracks and lowered ourselves to the ground. Around the curve, the train appeared. Slow speed, ...

  15. New Years Eve

    My feet flowed with my legs, in a rhythmic, sober motion. Her voice in my ear sounded dry, cold, forgetful. Through one ear, out the other. Like a bullet. I don’t know why I stayed on the phone so long. She was thousands of miles away and probabl...

  16. And the Anarchists Have Started...

    In the end we’re just dust and right now we’re all breathing. So what’s the point in drowning our lives in obligations and in meetings? We’re beggars, we’re choosers ’till the time bomb hits zero. No jobs, masters, ...

  17. Flight 2501

    The sun flickers through my eyelids, warming my senses and bringing to life my blood. It’s morning. I gain my balance on the road, taking two quick glances to my right and left. Lifting my right hand, I attempt to read the time. However, I only f...

  18. Knives to a Gunfight

    We lift up the knife, the being before us aware of our actions. With a heavy sigh and faint smile, we thrust it forward, plunging through the god’s spine. Our hands pull the knife down his back, towards his tailbone. The being before us collapses...

  19. Indiana Jones for Hire

    “You’re a fucking lost cause, kid. I am too. Hell, if I was worth a damn, you think I’d spent ever waking moment of my life making sure those empty tables and seats stay clean?” So goes his usual spiel, though there seems to be ...

  20. Nostophobia

    Just a few hours earlier, she was telling me her dreams of leaving everything behind. Detailed, her visions were. Every word was thought out and structured, almost as if she had written them down before she spoke them. Yet, as she spoke, a nostalgia hu...

  21. The Bernhardt Line

    “Lord, these men don’t deserve to be here. Who am I to command these souls? They’re not robots, not mindless efficient killing machines. They’re fathers. Brothers. Sons. Why can’t I just send them home, Lord? An’ I know that’s what you to...

  22. On Being Alone and Happy

    It’s raining outside the grocery store, and the thunder periodically brings light to the night sky. “It’s been too long” She says while looking at me, speaking up as to be heard over the rain. She takes a few steps closer and sp...

  23. Cloudburst

    It rained yesterday for the first time in 27 years. The normally blue, dry sky pardoned, giving way to a dark shade of grey. The raindrops gradually became heavier and heavier, until one could not see greater than ten feet in front of them. The ground ...

  24. Shell-Shock

    The bus rolls along in silence through the city’s dark streets. Thirty two seats filled with seventeen people, but only thirteen were awake. There are nine females, three of which are asleep, and eight males, including myself. I analyze the peopl...

  25. Cold Weather Gear

    My cold face dropping onto the cold glass woke me, and my eyes were treated to a blurry vision of snow. It’s not like we didn’t have it in Britain, it’s just we were more accustomed to an inch or two. But this? No, we’ve never s...

  26. Endless Miles

    The warm sheets soothe my skin while the cool summer breeze keeps my temperature stable. Lying awake through the earliest hours, I await the sound of birds chirping and cars buzzing. Slightly sick, yet fully able, I walk to my car and drive with no end...

  27. Ain't That a Kick in the Head?

    He looked at me, head cocked to the right, sitting a few seats down the empty bar. “You’ll learn too, kid. Maybe you already did.” The man turned his head back to his whiskey, the ice half-watering it down. Who was he? My mind is too ...

  28. Last Show

    “Four hours?” She questioned, amazed at my devotion to the dying cause. It wasn’t that bad a drive, just a stretch up Route 55. I smiled halfheartedly, and replied “Four and a half, I’d say. Always need time for those stop...

  29. I Could Go to Sleep

    I could go to sleep. Maybe wake up in the morning, and move out to a nicer place. I could trade every last dollar for a week in a apartment on the forty-second floor. A few days is all I need. I could wake up in the morning, and quit my job. I could te...

  30. Words that Find No Ear

    Eight hundred degrees. Not a second ticks in which I do not think of her lonesome face as she watches the Earth fill in. Six months pass. I am still here, and you, still there. Islands to each other. And myself, to God. My skin is nevermore, but I ho...