There was always a man on the corner of 11th and Dawning. He'd panhandle, and Malcolm figured the man to be a professional at doing so. The man was short--maybe five feet from the ground--and had a thick beard very short and very black in colour. As for what was on the man's head, Malcolm … Continue reading Regardless #6
Writing is not about how long you write, but how focused you are when you do so.
In life we are presented with moments; many, many moments. Good moments, bad moments, moments of fear, anxiety, hate, love, embarrassment, lust, confusion, anxiety. One can argue that by seizing any moment there are nearly an infinite amount of possibilities and series' of events which can follow said moment. But in my opinion, there are … Continue reading Moments