Deus Boerner
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Art guy. Writer. Local fool and lover of life. Plenty of stories left to tell. A journeyman through the vast and winding road of life. Let's see where it goes.
Stories (3)
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Yesterday's Breeze
Elliot sat in his bed draped in his white sheets, his dark blue comforter acting like a shield from the morning sun. A scattered collection of papers sat atop his desk, a pen placed next to them. It was ten sheets, easily. All of them started the same way. The words ‘Dear Sarah,’ were scrawled in uneven lettering at the top, ink dragging off of certain letters. The knuckles of his left ring finger and pinky were stained black with ink.
By Deus Boerner5 years ago in Fiction
Daughters
He sat on a bench just outside the old vineyard, a place he'd known his entire life. In his right hand he clutched a heart shaped locket made of stained glass. In his left, a lit cigar that was nearly finished. He was tired--the journey had been long and not without its challenges.
By Deus Boerner5 years ago in Fiction
