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The Colors in the Dark
Me Have you ever experienced total darkness? Where the world just doesn't exist. I bet you are imagining pitch black. That is what total darkness means, right? Having lived in darkness most of my life, I can tell you that is just not true. Close your eyes. Focus on the darkness. Do you see it? Do you see the colors? The spots of blue and yellow and red and green that dance and flash, a new variation each second. Do you see them? The swarming mass of dots, the flowing pictures they create. Do you see the rabbit with two heads or the flaming arms of the sun? This darkness is all I have ever known. The darkness and my hole.
By Steph Ruff4 years ago in Fiction
Finnegan & His Sisters
Adolescent self-absorption. That’s what my parents call my habit of lying on the couch to think for hours on end. It’s not true. If I were self-absorbed, I would think that this family dynamic started when I was born. I would think that the whole story revolved around my birth. It didn’t.
By Kate Baggott4 years ago in Fiction
Around the Block and Back Home
It began with an incident in my own little mobile home neighborhood, triggered by an incident involving my friend, Ben Grazingstern. Ben is a mild man of middle age, who minds his own business. He likes to putter and fish. His wife and I exchange gardening tips and tidbits. It was a pastoral way of life until a separate breed of trailer trash came along to challenge it by moving into the trailer house across the street. They brought, along with tattoos and gangs of people, air poisoning machines and a wall of sound. All day and all night , bikes roared and revved. In the interest of "getting along," my wife and I suffered it to happen, as did the Grazingsterns.
By Charles Turner4 years ago in Fiction
What a Blessing
Mark and Mary have been trying to have a baby since they got married 5 years ago. They are now in their early thirties and it’s getting harder to watch their friends celebrate this joy of life while they’re left standing around waiting for it to happened.
By Nicholas McKenna4 years ago in Fiction
Leaves
In our youth we used to enjoy playing with leaves. When did that stop? Adults don't do that anymore. The pass it on as mere child-play. But why cant' we continue that tradition, it is so much fun. I suppose it is because as adults we don't have the time or the intuition anymore. It's a crying shame that we can't invision play-time anymore. They should put up adult centers were all is play-time and nothin else.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
How I Learned to Stopped Blaming Other People for Everything That Went Wrong in My Life
My parents were divorced when I was fifteen-years old. It was not an amicable divorce or anything near that. My father was mentally and emotionally abusive to my mother, me, and my siblings. He had been injured at work, more of a mental injury than physical, but refused to accept disability. He thought he could get more from filing a lawsuit against the company where he had been employed.
By Blaine Coleman4 years ago in Fiction
