Alexander V. Cantrell
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Just a dude tryna be creative for a comfortable living.
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Big Bones
He stormed out of the small apartment and slammed the door as hard as he could with his good arm. Putting all his weight forward the door crashed closed, scaring a cat somewhere and causing a dog to bark relentlessly from across the hall. It's small silhouette jumped up and down at the opaque glass front door. His arm in the sling tingled with some pain but he thought he deserved it. The whole thing had blown his mind and taken his breath. He gripped the thin wooden rail extra tightly in his hand as he descended the tight stair. He couldn't believe his ears when she said it. Whenever he had come home crying after being made fun of at school she had said it. She said it to him when family members would look with faces of skepticism and lean in to whisper to her. She had told him his whole life, "You're not fat darling, you're just husky." The last word would sometimes change. "Solid." "Strong." "Big boned." All the same stupid thing. He was not "solid", his body gave way with the slightest touch. He was not "strong", he could barely make it up the steps to his own apartment most days. And he definitely was not big boned! His bones were perfectly normal sized. He was a huge, cow-like, wobbling, sweaty, sausage fingered, blob of a man shaped like a melting ice-cream that couldn't see over his own breasts or tie his shoes! In short, he was fat. Had been fat his entire life. Fat, weak, fat, dumb, and fat. Not big boned.
By Alexander V. Cantrell4 years ago in Fiction
Bird and the Werm
He opened his eyes, blinking the world into view. Turning this way and that to take it all in. He stretched his wings and chirped to his neighbors. What few stirred told of a golden dawn and an open sky, perfect for the hunt. He fastened his trappings and prepped his feathers. He hopped to the edge of his perch and looked to the silvery slice of light peeking over the horizon. A new mist hovered above the ground and a new wind whispered through the leaves. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and fell from his high branch. Falling through the air he twisted and spun. The ground burst through the morning mist and shot up to meet him. He spread his wings and let the air pull him up, and up and up, until he leveled out. He flapped his wings and pushed higher and higher into the treetops. He bobbed and weaved through twigs and branches, and shot through leaves like a bullet. He burst through the canopy and fluttered above the sea of green that stretched on and on into the breaking dawn. He looked down on his home and had a strange thought before focusing on the journey ahead. He couldn't entertain such thoughts, he was the early bird afterall. He flew through wisps of cloud and watched the green sea transform below into the brown lands. A wide open land sparsely littered with thin gray trees that scraped the sky with thin twisted fingers and thorny bushes that grew as wide as a tree top. And with its muddy ground and deep puddles this was fertile ground for the hunt.
By Alexander V. Cantrell4 years ago in Fiction
One Step More
He heavily drug one foot in front of the other, as the weight of the heat danced on the distorted horizon. On and on the figure marched through the sweltering heat of the day. He had been walking for… He wasn’t sure. It had been two and a half days in truth. But the unrelenting sting of the sun had burnt the truth out of his mind. It had burned away the thought of her green eyes, and the last night he had spent in the company of human beings. It had burned away the nightmare that was the last two nights. Burned away the glowing white eyes in the darkness of the decrepit buildings they had taken refuge in. Burned away the screams of the children and the horrible thrashing and tearing sounds that echoed out of the darkness after they were silent. All of it, burned away by one of the only real things that existed here. Heat. With all of his thoughts gone there was only to walk. One step. Then, one step. On and on until… He thought he saw a tree.
By Alexander V. Cantrell4 years ago in Fiction
