Tag Archives: prose
I used to feel like I had a vivid imagination but now I feel like reality has beaten it out of me and I’m slowly becoming an inane drone.
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
Sunday. I’ve never been keen on being home on Sundays. I always feel like I should be as lazy as I can be on Sundays but there is clearly always something to do. … Continue reading
I’ve always wanted to write a story that began with “Once upon a time.” There has never been a story that started with “Once upon a time” that hasn’t grabbed me. What will happen, I always ask myself? And with that I am … Continue reading