“Today, I saw a man with no neck and a woman with no ankles; I think the gap makes itself sometimes.” -Me talking to myself last week Avoiding public places altogether isn’t achievable if you want to stay healthy, at least as far as food is concerned. Of course, there are services now that... Continue Reading →
A Pickled Smile If you were in a small part of Tennessee, in a particular supermarket, at a particular time last Saturday evening, you may have had the opportunity to watch a young man smile a rather goofy smile at a jar of pickles. I was that young man. The preface to such an oddity... Continue Reading →
It's been one hell of a week. College stuff, work's the same, scheduling is a pain, a new client was found, and all while keeping a (somewhat) steady writing schedule. Confessions really is, at the end of the day, my only time to breathe. It's like meditating, and I'm happy to be doing it. Sometimes... Continue Reading →
For someone who writes often, you wouldn't think it'd be difficult to think of something new to write about. The only challenge with Confessions of a People Watcher is that, with the exception of finding stories within theses events, I would like it to be based somewhat in reality. I'm a fiction writer by nature, and... Continue Reading →
It’s not often in this day and age that you’ll hear the conspiracies of abduction, crop circles, or that we’re all being monitored from afar. Most are too busy trying to keep up with their pocket slaver, looking up memes or watching funny Youtube videos, but I want to reiterate that perhaps you, too, should... Continue Reading →
Being a people watcher isn’t always bad. I get the feeling I’ve given off a sour impression the first go around but, I can assure you that my words are not in vain. I watch people and get amused by every second of it, for better or worse. To keep it light and humorous this... Continue Reading →
I sit at my desk sometimes, wondering why I still come back to writing. I can honestly say that at this point, if nothing else, it serves as a good outlet from the pressures of adulthood. Often times after sitting down for a good try at another short story, I’d forget the whims of the... Continue Reading →
He had just finished what could presumably be his first vacation from college life. Seeing his parents must've been something of a treat for him; he was normally never as contempt. It almost seemed as though nothing could ruin his night, but just as fate has a funny way of disturbing peace, the young man started to get a funny itch himself.
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