Will Sangalli
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A few days ago, my neighbor, the one who lives in the white brick house, came knocking on my door. He seemed to be in quite a mood with how loudly he slammed each knock on the door. I have known Mr. Gillian since I moved here about 7 or 8 years ago, and this was greatly out of character. The first time Mr. Gillian introduced himself to me, he and his wife, Catherine or Cathy for short, were bringing over some monkey bread that she had whipped up when she saw a moving truck at Mr. Quinn's old house. I was going out to my car to grab the toilet paper that I tossed in the trunk before heading down from Pennsylvania. I ended up bumping into the Gillians walking up the path that leads up to my front door. They both greeted me with an ear-to-ear grin and a "Hey neighbor!" which felt artificial. You could see as clear as day that these two vessels were nothing but two things already in limbo, waiting for death to release them.
By Will Sangalli8 months ago in Horror
Solitude
I had been bumming it out here for a few weeks and there hadn't been any disturbances throughout that time. After Autumn had thrown me out of the car on the way back to Provo, I stumbled upon this abandoned wooden structure and took solace within its confines. I must have walked for five hours that day, considering the sun went down before I found this place, and I was dumped around noon.
By Will Sangalli8 months ago in Art
189
Driving down U.S. 189. The air is already chilled while the sun has not fully set. The sky is painted with an orange glow and a light blue haze of colors, surrounded by giant clouds. I see a few deer walking along the road. There must have been at least seven or eight grazing the pasture to my left. I slowed down a bit to not frighten them in case they might run into the road. Two of them were eating grass while the rest, just as I was a moment ago, were gazing at the sky. Almost as if they were admiring its beauty.
By Will Sangalli8 months ago in Art
The Bus Ride. Content Warning.
As I sat on the bus, traveling to the downtown area for work, I looked around myself and felt content within. Drifting into thought, a memory sneaked up on me. My —nd birthday was last Thursday, and usually, those sorts of events, especially my own, brought such a drag on my self-esteem.
By Will Sangalli8 months ago in Art
