I don’t like to mention half the title in the first sentence, but coincidence is something that rises often in my little world; oddity, on the other hand is something I consider a funny coincidence that was simply destined to be. Well, under these circumstances it falls this way. Why is today such and odd... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I witnessed a man yelling at an inanimate object. Have we become so convinced by all the little conveniences that we feel we can’t be wrong, even in the presence of something that was mistaken at the fault of its creator? One can only ponder. I only wanted to tell this man one thing:... Continue Reading →
I sit down at my desk sometimes, not having a clue in the world of what to write about. But, there are times in this world where a story, although maybe not entirely pertaining to the ‘act’ of people watching, finds its way to me from the result of someone’s poor actions that I can... Continue Reading →
Hello fellow partisans, those of which participate in the weekly recitation of all things weird in the world of a lowly writer, I bid you adieu. Aside from the stress of nearly getting creamed this past week on several occasions by those feeling it’s more important to text, obtain their booze, or get to there... Continue Reading →
Welcome to America, where the price of milk processed from a cow is higher than gas, people actually care about the milk to gas price ratio, and we have people who wield the infinite wisdom of the internet in the palm of their hand, yet they still don't know how to properly dress, bathe, or... Continue Reading →
“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 →
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 →
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 →
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