October 2010
17 posts
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Sleep
It is quiet. So quiet and still. There I lay, mostly asleep in my bed. An almost inhumanly gorgeous creature is beside me. She is sleeping. She’s so beautiful. I lean over and kiss her cheek. She murmurs gently, then briefly squeezes my hand before drifting away into soft dreams once more.
I can feel her heartbeat. I can feel her breath. I can feel the life flowing through her. She is...
Systematic Destruction of the Self
He casually slouches, sitting on the top step of a metal stairwell. The ridges of the stair catch his shoe, holding it in place despite the gentle rain falling that makes the hand rail slick. The rain isn’t really rain at all. Each drop sways in front of a streetlamp, hanging in the air like perfect tiny diamonds frozen in place. But of course it couldn’t be snow. It’s sixty degrees...
The Cookie
Once upon a time there was a little boy. He loved sweet things, but most of all he loved cookies. One day he was out in the yard playing on his swing when his nose began to twitch, just as it always did with the telltale scent of slowly roasting cookie flesh.
He ran as fast as he could for the house and sure enough, there in the kitchen, he came face to face with the most perfect cookie he had...
Shadow of Inconsequence
He drifts from room to room and no one notices. It’s odd the way he doesn’t stick in your mind. Nobody knows his name and he knows no names. There’s just this way about him. He’s so easy to talk to, so disarming, that you find yourself talking about your most intimate thoughts within minutes. He listens. His shoulder is always there and it’s so comforting. He listens and then he drifts...
The Small Things
He notices the small things. He always notices the small things. It’s the way one leaf partially obscures another. It’s the way that a too-tall blade of grass waves from an otherwise perfect lawn, having narrowly escaped the mower. It’s the way she sits on the steps in the sun, tying knot after knot after perfect knot in a neat and orderly row that will soon encircle one pale, pure, and soft...
The Explanatory First Post
I’ve been doing a lot of writing lately and a friend of mine suggested that I post them here. Ideally I’d be writing every day, but we all know that’s not going to happen. I’ll post most of whatever I write. Feel free to comment. I welcome constructive criticism. Here goes.
