Adrian English
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I'm a published writer and cartoonist. You could say I've been out of the way for about 20 years but now I'm back and looking to make an impression.
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Dear Hunter;
Dear Hunter, Last year would have been your 21st birthday. Last year was also my first year of freedom. It hurt deeply that you were not here to celebrate our milestones. But the sad thing about is that if you were here, I would not be celebrating freedom, I would’ve been celebrating you. It would have been far more important to celebrate you without celebrating me. Only one of those could have been. Because without you, I would’ve never lost my freedom.
By Adrian English3 years ago in Poets
Stephy's Big Blue Moose
Stephy’s Big Blue Moose By Adrian English She was shorter than average with red hair and lots of freckles. Her overbite made her look like a mad rabbit. To compound the tragedy of her awkward appearance, the other kids just didn’t like her. They wouldn’t play with her. In fact, they would have much rather thrown rocks at her. She hadn’t possessed a true friend since her Aunt Rose had died.
By Adrian English3 years ago in Fiction
The Four Downs of Fall
The Four Downs of Fall By Adrian English The sun hid behind the clouds but revealed enough of itself so that the day was not completely ruined. The weather was perfect for sweatshirts and long-sleeved flannels. Leaves of rustic colors laid in their perfect spots in yards all over the neighborhood. Kids were in backyards getting ready for that one joyful event that coincided with the arrival of this time of year.
By Adrian English3 years ago in Fiction
Densmark, The Chosen
Chapter 1 Tongues of red and orange licked the night sky. The clanging of harsh steel rang through the air in stark contrast to the screams of dying men. Both sounds battled to see which would rule the darkness. Armored men helped each other as well as killed each other. This was the business of war.
By Adrian English4 years ago in Fiction
My Love for Dog Authority
My girlfriend’s name is Gina Adeopju and she runs a service called Dog Authority. Before I get into what Dog Authority is, let me tell you a little about Gina and this will help explain the “why” of Dog Authority. Gina is a big-hearted woman from up north, the State of Michigan where restaurants only serve 1 type of tea. Her love language seems to be “constantly”, and she faces life with wide-eyed enthusiasm. Not only does she love people, but she also loves animals. Phrases like “let’s go eat dead animal flesh for dinner” will only provoke a negative response out of her. Gina makes friends everywhere she goes, and she’s never met a dog that she didn’t like. For anyone who needs a Masterclass in forgiveness, they only need to watch Gina in action for about a few hours. God blesses us all with talents and Gina’s talents seems to be love.
By Adrian English4 years ago in Petlife
How I Wrote A Book In Prison
How I Wrote A Book in Prison by Adrian English Hello, my name is Adrian English. Maybe you have heard of me. I draw “CGI/Chain-Gang Illustrated” for Top Shelf Comics 2.0, an online comics anthology. Or maybe, you have read a poem that I had published in some journal somewhere. Or maybe you saw me on “Hard-Time” on the National Geographic Channel. Or maybe, and even better, you read my debut novel, “Queen of Assassins”.
By Adrian English4 years ago in Journal
It's the Loneliness.....
January 18th, 2022 11:11PM I'm not going to lie. The toughest thing wasn't getting a job. It wasn't dealing with DCS. It wasn't even finding a place to stay. The toughest thing was loneliness. That's the part that they don't teach you about in those classes. They show you how to do everything but make friends. You meet people and some of them turn out to be wonderful and then they find out about where you used to be at and why you were there and they no longer want anything to do with you. They're mad at you because of what they think you did or they feel like you're a threat to them. They don't want to take the time to think about what's really going on. They don't want to let you grow. They just don't want anything to do with you. It hurts and the truth is that you're doomed to deal with it over and over again for the rest of your life as long as you decide to meet new people. Some people will tell you that if you have family, then that's all you need. That your family is enough. But what if your family has a family. They have lives of their own. What if you live alone? You think your family is going to come over for dinner every night? Everything will be all good for maybe the first month and then it sets in that you're out and established and now you have to move forward. People will expect you to find some job that eats all your time up. A job cannot fill that void for other people in your heart. Maybe if you trust God, He will put the right people in your heart. That's one of those things that takes patience. And everything about learning patience hurts. I don't have any advice for you on this because I haven't solved it either. All I know is that I am sick of feeling lonely. I lived with Erica for 2 years. Hunter was in my life for 3 months. After that, I was surrounded by people for 20 years. Now I live alone by myself in a house. The silence is jarring. I have to run noise in the background to keep myself from going insane. I have cried more in the past 80 days than I have in the last 20 years. It is these silences that compound my loss and that's the one thing no one has figured out yet. It's not just that I am alone but in my loneliness I am reminded of everything that I lost.....Hunter.....Erica.....Hunter....20 years of my life.....Mom.....Dad.....Hunter.....you get my point? They say things will get better. I dearly pray so. I trust God. I really do. But at the same time, it still hurts that people will reject me not because of who I am but because of what they think I did. I'm a good person. It's not so hard to see that once you get to know me....but you have to get to know me first. Once you get to know me you will see that I'm not such a bad person after all. Sometimes bad things happen to good people and this was one of those times. It was a horrible thing that happened but I am determined to make the most of my second lease on life. I have paid my debt to society and all that I ask is that people give me the benefit of the doubt and get to know me as the person that I am, not the person who you think I ought to be. It's amazing that in today's world, we try to rail against pre-conceived notions and we create safe spaces for certain groups and yet we do not act consistent in this. When we meet someone who challenges our notions of what we think is right and proper, we tend to shrink back and be afraid and even attack. If that is how you are and you have no wish to change from that, then so be it. But I grew as a person while I was in prison and I intend to keep growing. Loneliness may be the killer, but I intend to seek life...not life in prison, but a life of freedom and happiness.
By Adrian English4 years ago in Journal
