Noah Raidiger
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I am an artist, writer and musician living in New England. Check out my art on Instagram, link below. https://www.instagram.com/noah.h.raidiger
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Out With The Cold
1 A tear like a raindrop fell on scattered hay and quickly wicked away. Tears that burn the eyes, but burn the breast most. Tears of loss and desperation. Tears for the child reared on the farm. My charge, he thought, only shedding one at a time as he could afford no more salty, briny tears.
By Noah Raidiger4 years ago in Fiction
A Street With No Name
As I walk, this languishing day of summer, moist, hot and brown-green, casts my body in a slimy sheen of salty sweat. It seems hard to fathom doing much of anything once the temperature peaks, late afternoon where I come from. A straw hat and light-colored, long-sleeved shirt help to stave off the burning of the sun and the burning of brain cells.
By Noah Raidiger4 years ago in Fiction
Marty the Smarty
The sun rose over Fort Wayne, Indiana. Martin Severn, commonly known as Marty, was already awake. Sleep wasn’t happening lately. This didn’t affect Marty, however, as he never really paid close attention to these things. Sleepiness was only another state of mind and he had a hard time placing different states and times together in common purpose.
By Noah Raidiger4 years ago in Fiction
Remember the Future
Pitter-patter dash and scatter or, make some noise and get out fast, split up if in a group and phase-jump a safe distance to coordinate rendezvous. It’s much quicker to just say pitter-patter dash and scatter. Little-clock knew the drill, but phasing into a new time always made her nervous. Would there be witnesses to deal with upon shift down? If so, there could be immediate conflict. There were thousands of potential variables to watch for and she knew there was no way to be ready for them all. She just hoped that all the years of training in the sims would prove beneficial again as they had so many times before.
By Noah Raidiger4 years ago in Fiction
Before I Begin
Before we begin with the poem, have we poured a glass of water and used the toilet? How many times have you needed to get something done or even wanted to and something held you back? You might even enjoy the thing which needs doing, but for whatever reason are frozen in the act of starting. You find other tasks to do, whittling away another hour, knowing full well that once you begin at the original task you will find enjoyment and gain a sense of accomplishment upon completion. From this place my poem originates. I hope you enjoy it.
By Noah Raidiger5 years ago in Poets
A Loft for Lofty Fowl
A tear like a raindrop fell on scattered hay and quickly wicked away. Tears that burn the eyes, but burn the breast most. Tears of loss and desperation. Tears for the child reared on the farm. My charge, he thought, only shedding one at a time as he could afford no more salty, briny tears.
By Noah Raidiger5 years ago in Fiction
The Code
One In the beginning was the code, the code was flawed. I’d heard about the competition only last night. The problem was the deadline, only 28 hours left. I was about to give in and say forget it, but the words of my mother kept ringing in my mind, “Don’t let yourself be discouraged.” It was after all a short 600 to 2000 word story and the grand prize was such that I could not refuse the challenge. So, I did some brainstorming late into the night with plans to begin writing the story in the morning. The next morning, upon waking, I realized something was terribly wrong.
By Noah Raidiger5 years ago in Fiction
