Sean Johnson
Bio
A father of two. I have always had a creative personality and a wandering mind. I served 24 years in Law Enforcement. I now spend my time letting my creative outlet grow.
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Stories (9)
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On My Mind
Would it be so kind To say you are on my mind This moment in time
By Sean Johnsonabout a year ago in Poets
Flowers & A New Beginning
Flowers A handsome gentleman walks into a supermarket and proceeds to the floral section. He notices a lovely young lady creating an arrangement of flowers. He approaches her and says, “Hello, that's a beautiful arrangement you are putting together.” She smiles at the gentleman and replies, “Thank you, they are for my flower vase at home to spruce things up a bit.”
By Sean Johnsonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Orb
I am a prince embarking on a long journey home from battle. It is a cold, dark early morning and I am traveling north on a path through the forest. I am alone and cold and still have a long way to go. My muscles ache and my feet are sore, but I continue on the dark and lonely path.
By Sean Johnsonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Highway
A long journey traveling home in my car. I am on a desolant two lane highway for a long stretch. In the distance I can see a silhouette of a figure standing on the side of the road. As I approached it, I could tell that it was an old man. I haven't seen another vehicle for miles and I grew concerned for the old man. Is he lost or disoriented, wandering in the middle of nowhere? I thought to myself.
By Sean Johnsonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Stranger
She is enjoying lunch with her best friend and colleague at her usual table in her favorite cafe. The cafe is located on the ground floor of her office building. She meets her friend here for lunch seemingly every weekday. On this day, however, her colleague notices a striking young man sitting two tables away. The young man is sitting alone and enjoying lunch himself, but is consistently looking in their direction.
By Sean Johnsonabout a year ago in Fiction
A Dream
My dreams started on the 22nd of October, the day after my grandfather's passing. Night after night I would have visions of a young nurse in a military field hospital. From the period attire, it is a World War II-era hospital. I can make out her features plain as day. She is strikingly beautiful.
By Sean Johnsonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Park Bench
A man of 37 years sits on a park bench. It is a mild fall day in November and the park is full of activity. Children play on a small playground that is offset by a large green field lined by trees. Several people take a stroll on the walking trail outlining the field. Couples are picnicking on the field and a man throws a frisbee for his golden retriever dog. The park is simply full of life today. The young man is not at the park to enjoy it himself, but rather to watch the enjoyment of others for he is distraught.
By Sean Johnsonabout a year ago in Fiction
