And there is was...a...door. All those stairs, for a door. It was a wooden door at the end of the staircase and it was made of wood; a darker wood, a nice wood. A wood that Malcolm had never seen so wonderfully widdled and formed into a wooden door. On the door was a lonely … Continue reading Regardless: Part Six
“It is three million, after all.”
And Malcolm actually shit his pants.
Writing is not about how long you write, but how focused you are when you do so.
As one usually does (and full well knowing that I had no change), I searched frantically through my pockets for the spare change that I knew I didn’t have, and responded, “uh, no sir, sorry about that.” “Okay. God bless ya,” the bearded man replied. He still stood in his same spot and gazed out … Continue reading Regardless: Part Two
"I’m not sure how it came to be that I was sitting there on my disintegrating leather couch speaking to Adi in regards to the events that took place on that strange day in April ‘19; the day it all began. "I remember it like it was yesterday, sitting there along the river just a … Continue reading Regardless (Part One)
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