The Day the Boy Became a Man

The Day the Boy Became a Man

Today I saw a once little boy grow into a wonderful grown man. It was only a few years ago he and I spent weekends binging on bridezillas while he sucked down Nyquil and forced me to suffer through his man/boy cold. I don’t have very many if any good memories...
300 Words

300 Words

“Did she call you?” “No, I haven’t heard from her in days. I assumed she was busy with finals or that new boy.” “Her professor phoned me this afternoon. She missed her final. She would never miss her final. Forget my birthday? Yes....
The First Time I Died Was a Friday

The First Time I Died Was a Friday

The First Time I Died Was a Friday…that much I’m sure about. The rest is a bit fuzzy. I think I was maybe 11 or 12. I don’t remember. I was injured in a car accident when I was 13 and it was before that. That much I’m also sure about. I...

Space, Time & Other Bullshit

There are moments in the day, when I sit and simply breathe. The act of inhaling and exhaling, fearing if I turn my attention to other things that my lungs will forget how to do their job. So I sit and just breathe. And stare. At the invisible thread of existance that...
Windows To The Soul

Windows To The Soul

Writing prompt for Tuesday Eye Contact: Write about two people seeing each other for the first time. Vanilla. That’s the first thing I noticed as she walked through the door. I inhaled deeply as the room filled with her scent. ┬áDelicately, she ran her fingers...