Sherman B. Mason
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Buridan's Offering
I have a confession. I am a donkey. Today, I received an email. It was a newsletter from a creator providing motivation and instructional tips. I hesitated to read it but recalled my recent lifestyle update. No more backburners. I formally had the habit of setting things aside, resulting in unintentionally never seeing them again. Both Apple TV’s Watch Now and YouTube’s Watch Later were my greatest enemy.
By Sherman B. Mason2 years ago in Motivation
BUILDING CHARACTER
“What if I am cursed?” I thought as life seemed to pummel me. I was leaving my apartment complex when I discovered someone had slashed one of my tires. This was after getting in an accident weeks prior. I would be calling into work again as I had just recovered from being sick. Rent was nearly due. I barely had anything to eat. Depression weighed me down.
By Sherman B. Mason2 years ago in Writers
The Orwell Experience
I honestly wish I had a better recollection of what caused me to pick up and read the novel “Nineteen Eighty-Four” by George Orwell. A cinematic opening to a story of me journeying from library to library seeking veracity and critical thinking.
By Sherman B. Mason2 years ago in BookClub
Or So They Say: Chapter 1
The men got closer and closer as the panicky miller banged frantically on the door of the castle. His heartbeat pelted harshly in his ears, only interrupted by the impending racket of steel chains and curse words. The miller pounded harder. He had not bothered to pray before but found himself mumbling pleas for his life. His pursuers were unrelenting, seemingly charged by their vicious desire to reach him.
By Sherman B. Mason2 years ago in Fiction
Buddies . Content Warning.
A formerly prominent businessman David Bitman has to rethink his whole life once his wife of 14 years takes everything in a divorce, leaving him for an old friend of theirs. Searching for a way to get back on his feet, David reunites with a free-spirited old classmate Cassie to help him open up a dispensary.
By Sherman B. Mason3 years ago in Humor
Out From Under. Runner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge.
“This ain’t the time for a bloody nap, mate!” Someone exclaimed, slapping me frantically in the face. I sat up from the cold floor. Dizzy and a bit nauseous. I felt a trickle through my hair and down the back of my neck. A quick swipe of my tremoring hand let me know it was blood. Everything around me was blurred and unsteady. Someone’s dark frame hovered closely in front of me. Too close. I hastily tried to back away from the unknown figure, but couldn’t get far.
By Sherman B. Mason3 years ago in Fiction
Scourge
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Warm water trickled down Roselynn’s leg as the well bucket fell from her trembling hands. The still candle’s humble light pierced through the summer night, becoming all there was to see. Roselynn stumbled back. She sprinted back to the village as fast as she could.
By Sherman B. Mason4 years ago in Horror
Of Water and Wine
The two hopeful men gazed at the bottle of Pinot noir wine like wind staring at a storm. The dust collected on its cork and around its neck gave the bottle more of a story. It made the desire for its contents even sweeter. Martin leaned over and put an arm on his father’s already drooping shoulder. “You know, father,” Martin started, almost whispering, “one day, we’ll finally be able to make mother proud. And when we do, we will be drinking the most glorious glass of wine in the world at that moment. Do you know why? Because we earned it. We deserve this.”
By Sherman B. Mason4 years ago in Fiction
I Haven't The Foggiest
The knock on the door startled them both. After a quick exchange of glances, Roy rose from his armchair and opened the door to their home. The small box at the foot of the door laid alone. Roy looked around for any sight of a courier. The calm summer day showed no signs of anyone. He picked up the brown paper-wrapped box and shut the door, making sure to take another quick look for a driver.
By Sherman B. Mason4 years ago in Fiction
The Scars of Runaway Bay
The summer sun was just beginning to set as I finished the last of my makeup. Rays of diminishing sunlight were finally giving up and the air began to cool. The anxiousness of preparing myself took a moment to settle within me. I hadn’t felt that way in years. The feeling was coupled with an inherited sadness and caution. I recalled the times when my now ex-husband used to make me feel this way. I summoned the will to forget that for the time being and decided to take back the moment.
By Sherman B. Mason4 years ago in Fiction
Brother's Keeper
“There’s nothing here,” Brandon muttered. The hopelessness in his voice was heavy. The emptiness of the old barn was even heavier. Jake placed a hand on Brandon’s shoulder. The violent shaking felt like a vibration under the officer’s palm. “Let’s just take a look around. We could’ve missed something,” Jake suggested. Brandon snatched his shoulder away and walked toward the rear of the barn. The heated glare in his eye caught Jake off guard.
By Sherman B. Mason5 years ago in Fiction
