If someone pointed a gun at me and filled me with lead, then no one would question my right to remove the bullet from my body. It was forced into me against my will, and I would be a fool not to fight tooth and nail to stop it from destroying my life.
Month: September 2018
Haunted House Publishing
“Great men do not lie still in death. Our words echo across time, a light for others to follow when their own fire burns low. Thus shall my torch be taken up again; thus shall I dwell once more among the living.”
An Old Man’s Last Secret
My grandfather is 95 years old and not long for this world. There’s nothing but a mess of tubes and wires to tether him here with us. It’s difficult for him to speak, but each rasping whisper carries a severe weight that cannot be interrupted. My family doesn’t talk about things like death though, so whenever I visit with my dad we tend to spend most of the time sitting in near-silence.
Alektorophobia: A fear of chickens
Her freckles make my knees weak. I can feel heavy drops of sweat squeezing through my pores. It’s going to be my turn next, and I’ve spent the last few minutes carefully rehearsing my words and their casual inflection in my mind. Missy’s left knee is almost touching my right one as we sit on the same log, and the faintest sensation of her body heat is burning a hundred times hotter than the campfire.
My diary that I don’t remember writing
I’m that guy who will swerve across three lanes of traffic without hesitation because I spotted a sign for a garage sale. Doesn’t matter that I don’t need anything, doesn’t matter if there are three other people in my car with busy lives and no interest in digging through someone else’s trash. Garage sales are like magical dimensions where anything is possible and reality is only a suggestion.