April 2011
5 posts
Day #2
Song title: “There are Monsters in...
March 2010
6 posts
Quick writes #2
I haven’t read this back to myself yet. Thought someone might enjoy it, or at the very least read it and hate it. Any type of emotional response is welcome.
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February 2010
8 posts
Quick writes #1
A little slice of time that I wrote in half an hour. Haven’t looked at it. It’s all in the mind. That sort of deal.
“If I could maybe fly I’d assume it would be with you,” he said shyly. He imagined this would be easier than it was proving to be. He imagined that the girl standing in front of him would spout wings and sweep him up from his feet. Instead she was...
Short story collection #1
Preface: I wrote this in about an hour’s time. I’ve read it once through and changed barely anything. What you are reading is raw straight from my mind down onto the paper with no thought as to why it was going there. I hope you enjoy. More to come from this story.
The House with No Past and those Who Venture into the mist.
The man in the grey suit walks somberly across the green...
The only light is that from a streetlight outside that’s forcing it’s way onto us illuminating how fluidly and passionately our bodies move as one entity fueled by an indescribable passion.
January 2010
25 posts
6 word memoir.
I see light; I feel dark.
Journal writing #1
Depression kicks in like a sack of bricks, and I’m left on the ground hating myself, wishing I was never born.
As I lay dormant my mind tries to find the reasons as to why I lay here, but it’s left with only empty hands. There is no reason. There’s no thought behind the way I feel; it just is.
The loneliness kicks in and I shiver.
My vision blurs as a door opens. Muffled...
Sundays
Fuck sundays. Sundays are the shit day of the week. It’s the day you realize you’ve done nothing and tomorrow you’re screwed. It’s the day you wake up emotionally hungover. It’s the day you want to shoot yourself. It’s the day the world shits on a plate and calls it cavier.
Fuck sundays.
