Randal Hall
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Florida boy who moved to NYC 18 years ago, and still trying to find my way. I’m always searching for inspiring stories from fellow ally’s, while looking for an outlet to get ideas out of my head and on to the page.
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A friend of mine, very recently, asked me a pretty simple question, that should have had a pretty simple answer, “Tell me a happy memory from your past.” To my surprise, it was rather difficult. I laid down on my couch, got nice and comfy, closed my eyes, and searched through all the folds in my brain. I could not come up with one specific, pinpoint memory of happiness! I had general feelings of people, places, and life events that I know gave me joy, but it was frustrating to nail down the specifics of any one thought. I cheated a little bit and told her that right then I was having a happy memory talking with her…not good enough. I continued to dig and came up with one about a job promotion I had gotten years earlier and the feeling of pride I had at that moment. It was a real feeling of accomplishment and validation. My friend told me to remember and tap into that feeling whenever you needed a boost. That’s good advice, although I remember saying it felt a bit clinical. I still had this nagging feeling though. I know I have many, many happy memories. It just seems as though when I try to access certain ones, especially dealing with people, they seem to be complex and cloudy.
By Randal Hall4 years ago in Journal
Twenty-Five Feet
The members of our community very rarely live their full natural lives. In fact, there’s a saying amongst us that when your number is up, you won’t even see it coming. The true terror that is the only life we know. There’s an ominous feeling in the air tonight. The weather has turned cold and a new moon has come, making it the darkest of nights. Our food supply has run out and has become scarce in the area, forcing our clan to travel deeper into the wild in order to survive. This time, we might have traveled too far, twenty-five feet away, and across a wide-open patch of grass. It might as well be twenty-five miles, for what awaits us on our perilous journey back home.
By Randal Hall4 years ago in Horror
