The day felt too long for my own liking, but a rare night’s fog never fails to fill my cup. The air was distinctly pungent with the smell of December—crisp …
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Changes
She used to love running around the neighborhood or riding bicycles with her friend across the street. She used to smile with her missing bottom teeth when Mom made frozen …
In Search of a Secret
There were two key traits that brought Peter to the abandoned house on that June afternoon: curiosity and distractibility. He had been driving through his old hometown on a visit …
Memories
A memory: such a simple concept yet so abstract as well. What are memories? A portal to the past? A door to the long forgotten? A glimpse at what was …
Young Eyes
When I was young the world seemed really large, And I was always curious about it. Everyday I would always take the charge, And could always learn something adequate. But …
Melancholy Memories
Love unfeigned, Love eternal, Love consuming, Which begins to rot from within the apple’s core And splinters even one’s sturdiest roots It makes me confuse what most see as revolutionary …
The Fall
As he sits on a cliff, watching the setting sun in front of him as if it were a movie, he begins to wonder. When did this beautiful, blinding star …
Play the Role
Play the role, perform the gig. Every day. —- Xuan Ji, Tang Dynasty, 904 You see a woman old in her years. You think she looks like she’s lived a …
Paranoia
Jack Walker was the type of person to deny fear at every turn. This isn’t to say that he was without fear; no, Jack Walker, as all men do, feared …
The Diner on Highway 160
There are roads, and then there are lonely roads. “The road less traveled” is what my mom always called them. I would always travel the lonely roads, both literally and …