It is with a fright one realizes that there is no hero stationed at the end of the day and that one must surely save themselves. I saw to it, and soon my nightmares I turned into dreams. June 19, 2018 (This is an excerpt. That means that it is not the full story) … Continue reading My Mother Echo
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Anheart came down into the world with one perfect occupation. She must have Fran Helsworth of Greenwich Ln. encounter a red velvet shoelace on the cobblestone corner of a small Irish town when the woman is exactly 42 years 3 months and 16 minutes old. When Anheart was born, Fran would not be born for … Continue reading Anheart
Jude’s favorite song was the Beatle’s 1970’s hit “Hey Jude.” He liked it not because he was excessively fond of himself, but because the man who had given him the record had had the same shaggy hair and loose look as the four men on the cover. Jude never had the chance to make it … Continue reading The Time Pocket: rewrite
Preview I find that there are always crests atop hills, and it is nigh impossible to peek over them without being a little disappointed. People get so worked up over things that do not happen, and most of the times the problem is only that someone somewhere had expected something where there really was … Continue reading Preview
"So, how does it feel," an imagined interviewer asks, "To have experienced the Illness?" "It feels like hell, thank you for asking. And how are you?" "Fine.. fine. And you are... still 21, I presume?" "Yea, and I feel fucking 89." "Tell me. Why do you call it the Illness?" "Who knows what it actually … Continue reading Getting my thoughts down