Folks, it’s been quite a while, and this is no shock. What is shocking is that I have written something so personal, okay that’s not a shock either. Enjoy the coda to “A Sudden Stop.”
It’s a creation myth, but since this is a fantasy story… is it myth? Or is it #realfiction? Enjoy!
The return of fiction!
This is quite possibly the most personal thing I’ve shared on the internet and I’m terrified but here you go anyway.
An old story that I decided to touch up and repost. Inspired by way too many nights of drunken longing and regret.
Part of the challenge is avoiding forbidden curses and delicious sandwiches.
“A man must have a code.”– “Bunk” Moreland Writing these entries has always been an interesting experience. For those who have never used WordPress, you click “New Post” and are greeted with a nearly blank screen, only the margins filled in with your admin navigation. In the space between the sudden stop and now, this […]
What’s this? What is this place, this space, this empty screen, this blank white canvas with no words defiling the stillness? What is this writing, these words that appear directed by the sure and steady rhythm of keystrokes? This stream, these thoughts, this form where there had been none for so very long?
A flash fiction piece I wrote upon arrival in Portland. Fear not, it’s hardly autobiographical. Except for missing roti prata. That part is all too real.
A quick aside about cheese. Cheese and tears and thoughts on repatriation after all the questions and it’s just you and the deli aisle.