Category: Writing

Apr 14


It was a typical warm Florida evening, humidity hanging heavy in the air. Frank sat in his trailer amid the smells of stale cigarettes and cheap beer. He is flipping through a box of old photographs. Frank pauses, overcome by a coughing fit. He can feel his lungs struggling for air and he can feel …

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Apr 07

Nothing and Everything

Nothing I am nothing. The deep abyss under your bed. I lie in corners like a prowler in the shadows. I am the shadows. I am empty. The bleakness calling out to the sun. I am always there, but I hide when you turn on the lights. An unlit pixel. Absent. Lonely. Waiting for the …

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Mar 20

Mary and Bob

Mary was fed up with Bob and his teenage ways. Was it too much to ask to keep his clothes off the floor and the trash cans emptied without constant reminders? Mary called up the stairs to Bob to let him know dinner was almost ready and asked him to come set the table. She …

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Nov 20

If She Only Knew

She awoke to the sound of Ed Sheeran’s “I See Fire” coming from the phone on her nightstand. She rolled over to check the number and saw it was unknown. She never answered unknown numbers. She heard the voicemail tone and decided to check it later. She rolled over, falling back to sleep. A couple …

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Nov 14

Blankie: A Memoir

I’m not sure where I was born or where I spent the early days of my life, though I do know I was hand created by someone. The first real memory I had was being inside a dark box, with the sound of excited chatter coming from outside. Suddenly, there was a bright light, though …

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