Brett Gill
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Thought I would get creative and share some of my writing as I did!
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The Last Walk
I stand in a room unfamiliar to me, it is very cloudy I feel. I can not make sense of the shapes. My grandfather stands before me, Baxter. I remember he has recently passed, and this is still true to me. I convince myself that his soul has somehow re-entered his body with new vigor, a straight back and wearing his grey suit. This confuses me though; I swear we buried his ashes.
By Brett Gill3 months ago in Writers
Eulogy of a Dream
I was standing in my Grandmother's kitchen, my Father’s Mother. It was as it normally is; bright and welcoming. A glossy white oven ebbed with warmth. Natural daylight seeped in through the windows that were thoughtfully placed on either side. The house itself was built by my grandfather; his hands rough, built a place so soft; a home. I hadn’t thought much of my sudden presence there. I had no notion that this was merely a dream... yet.
By Brett Gill3 months ago in Writers
