Ryan Mills
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I'm a nerdy dad of two beautiful girls living in the Pacific Northwest. My beautiful better half convinced me to use my English degree for something more creative than grant writing.
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Reminiscing
On an old weathered wooden bench, the old man sat. A chipped mug warmed his arthritis ridden hands as steam curled up in swooping waves from the coffee. His age-worn face cratered as he winced in pain and readjusted his position. He wore tattered snow pants, and boots whose leather was thinning on the sides. The cold snow wetted his double layered wools socks. His wife had knitted the gray sweater he now wore, the sleeves unraveling at the wrists from years of neglect. She had always mended his clothes and she had long since passed away.
By Ryan Mills4 years ago in Fiction
The Hideaway Key
I. Drenched in sweat, I woke with a jolt. The warm summer air seeped in through my open window. The fan by my bed had stopped running and the air had an eerie stillness to it. The shadowy shapes of my tv and dresser swam into focus as my eyes adjusted to the dark studio apartment. The miserable summer swelter had been causing rolling blackouts for the past month and a half. I glanced out the window to confirm my suspicion and not a single light was on down the entire street.
By Ryan Mills4 years ago in Fiction
