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Category Archives: Creative Non-fiction
The Hither and Thither of Friends
The world is a strange place. People ebb and flow from you life with an almost unnatural fluidity. I say unnatural only because it is unwanted, as really there is little else more natural in all of existence. You find … Continue reading
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Tagged diverging trails, friends, friendship, loneliness, Loss, melancholly, nostalgia
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A Man and His Dogs
There was a man who used to walk his two dogs in the neighborhood where I grew up. He had long, almost pill-shaped head, his hair having vacated the most of his head in the comparably favorable realm of only … Continue reading
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Tagged childhood, children, conversation, Dogs, experience, friendship, innocence, Memory, nostalgia, remember that time..., stranger danger, strangers, walks
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The Truth of It
I don’t have hobbies, I have loathings. Pieces of myself I chew on when no one’s looking. Ideas, failures, habits, all bitter, all nursed against the pressure of my tongue. I don’t kill them, I can’t. I tried. Tried nailing … Continue reading
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Tagged creative process, doubt, dreams, dressing it up into something else, fiction, hiding in your art, lies, loathings, madness, misery, nonfiction, writing
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A Festival of Dead Souls
And just like that, the spark is gone. The wake of its presence only momentary sketches, echos of a genius that felt itself slipping into the rapture-less bit of self-loathing madness. “Better to remembered as before, not as it is … Continue reading
Caustic Little Fairytales
We grew up with them, we all did. These caustic little fairytales. The idea that life, love, and happiness were not only possible, but perfect. That every piece of misery was only a building block to something better. Like a … Continue reading
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Tagged comfort, dissatisfaction, dread, Fairytales, finding meaning, happiness, Life, Love, misery, soul
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An Open Letter to Those You Once Briefly Loved
Dear Pizza Hut, I don’t know what happened, nor do I remember when. But these pleas for attention have to stop “2 mediums for $7.99”, “Free Breadsticks with survey!”. It’s all sad. Look what we had, when we had it, … Continue reading
The Art of Asking
I pull into a gas station, the kind half run down, half inner city pit stop. A thin-haired man, mid-fifties, in a tan and oil stained working jacket locks eyes with me before I can even get the car in … Continue reading
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Tagged beggars, cookies, Diabetes, empathy, homeless, humanity, liars, lies, Life, money, popcorn, Short Story, slice of life, story
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A Problem with Nonfiction
I can’t think. I’ve tried. I really have. Hour after hour passes like a string of sand through an hourglass and all I have is 2000 useless, uninteresting words that I just don’t care about. The question is why? Why … Continue reading
Posted in Creative Non-fiction, Nonfiction
Tagged college, epiphany, experience, fiction, from the vault, Memory, raging, reading, reflection, self worth, self-examination, time, writing
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Dear Me
Dear Me, Hello. Hello. You need to stop reading so many damn Warhammer 40k books. Why? I enjoy them. They aren’t literature, they are trash science fiction. Awfully pretentious of you Mr. English Major. Look, if you ever want to … Continue reading
A Land of Rum and Writing 