Category: creative writing

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I try not to regret things. Bad or good, what happened has happened. Good things end, bad things end. I must be grateful because these things mold me into who I am. I am growing. I am a living, breathing person, made of flesh…

Day One

On the way home this evening, I felt numb. The route home was slightly different but most of it was the same. There was the drive west on 36th Street instead of 41st Street but the rest was dark and wet. It started raining…

The Impressive Wall

He built a huge wall around his house. It’s an impressive wall, a wall that people admire. But a crime has been committed. There is a good possibility that learning about what motivated the crime is beyond his impressive wall and in his stately…

Christmas

Admittedly, it is very hard for me to get through the holidays. I used to have places to go and people to see. I even had people in my very own home. I’m alone for the second year in a row. It’s easier this…

On America

Yesterday was John Lennon Day in New York City. Mayor Bill de Blasio proclaimed it and that was that. The proclamation recognized the fortieth anniversary of the United States government’s dropping of its deportation case against Lennon. This paved the way for him to…

The Advice

A young man of about twenty-five years old began a conversation with me on a bus queue last night as I was trying to maintain my invisibility. He was taking a later bus than usual because he was presented with the opportunity to hang…

On Beer

I never drink beer on a weeknight. Tonight I made an exception. It’s hot. Not the beer but the temperature. A short walk leaves you drenched in sweat. After a long walk and an hour and a half on a bus I felt I…