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I am guilty Of sending an email while angry And of using harsh words To make a point. They’ve proven in the past This is the only mechanism I have To grab their attention And turn it to where they need to look. If they didn’t want To be called out for their cowardice Their…
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“Mr. Sanburn?” The woman’s voice was watery through the ringing in his ears. He was awake, but he couldn’t seem to focus on anything. Everything was white. The woman called to him again. This time turned his head towards her voice. Her dark hair contrasted with the pure white of her coat, her blouse,…
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Greta watched on the tablet screen as the tell-tale confusion moved through Sanburn’s mind, for just a moment, before he fell into a deep sleep. She was familiar with the map of neurons before her. She had been present at all the sessions with Sanburn’s psychologist as he recounted his memories of his brother.…
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The room was bright. The clinical whiteness of it brought words like sterile and pristine to his mind. He squinted. The smooth walls blended into the tile floor almost seamlessly. In the center of the room was an exam table. White leather top. White paper liner. White plastic legs. White canvas pillow. Nothing else.…
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I started a master’s program this week. I am studying religion with an emphasis in Biblical studies at Louisville Presbyterian Theological Seminary. This is something I have wanted to pursue for about 14 years, but never had the courage to apply, until this past spring. There is something transformative that happens to you when you…
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Hey everyone! Thanks for your faithful readership. I have complied a book of poetry (some of which have appeared on the blog) and am running a funding campaign through Kickstarter until October 6. Hop on over to the project page to check it out using the following link: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1825805433/the-circle-2. Thanks for your support!
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The world is full of wonderful things, both big and small. Here are a few very short tales of things from my life are beautifully wholesome. Feel free to leave your own wholesome little thing in the comments. Sometimes when I’m out walking in the neighborhood, I see an older couple riding their bikes together.…
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They spent the day doing mundane things together. They went grocery shopping. They took a walk around the neighborhood. Mark bought them sandwiches for lunch, from a food truck that had set up near the park. They worked on a puzzle in the afternoon. They sat on the porch in the early evening and drank…
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The night was going extremely badly. Anna stirred her drink with the fancy cocktail straw, watching the slice of lemon swirl in the glass. “I gotta get out here,” she said to Meredith, barely audible over the noise in the bar. “Already?” Meredith asked, eyeing the half-full glass. Anna shrugged. “I’m just not feeling like…
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Here’s what happened. I stuffed those extra clothes into my backpack that morning, knowing they weren’t for running with Andrew. They were for running away. I needed some time. I needed to get out of here. Beth caught me though, and I had to lie to her. I hate lying. I’ve lied enough to…
The Quick and the Dead
Short stories. Creative experiments. Ideas that might not pan out.
The Quick and the Dead 