They finally left the house at some point after they realized that they either had become or were the most boring people of all time. Thus, they set off to find the most interesting place in the entire country. After traveling for hours by foot and then bus and then by train and foot again, they climbed a set of stairs for forever. When forever finally came to an end, they found themselves in a dark, lonely alleyway where transients of the hooker and drug-addicted types (and where somehow, transgendered people were lumped in as being equally deviant) roamed the streets and lurked in corners luring eyes and wallets. Suddenly, a green door appeared out of the misty fog of light rain wishing it were snow, with promises of thirst-quenching delight and mind-blowing fun springing forth from the fireworks that burst overhead. Uncertain but thirsty, they decided to enter through the magical, green swinging door, and as they entered, they immediately knew that they had stepped back through time and space into an Old-Earth realm. Read more
Oddly enough, I have returned and am now living in the town, if you can call it that, in which I was born. Obviously, after being orphaned at the age of three, I left this place many years —nearly three decades now— ago. This current living situation marks my third visit back to this place of my birth since being shipped away, and honestly, I have little to nothing good to say about it. If I take the advice of my mother (advice even she cannot seem to follow), I would say nothing at all, but because mothers lead by example, I shall say the worst. Read more
He had never heard of such a thing before, much less ever knew that it was something that people needed or wanted. All he knew was what he was told, and so, he showed up. He sits, and he waits for his name to be called in a lobby where a whole host of other men also sit in wait. A man next to him leans over and whispers, “What are we waiting here for?” He looks at the inquirer and shrugs, “Not sure. A procedure or something that will turn us into real men?”
I never knew how much it would cost (not literally) to banish myself from the Kingdom of Well & Good. Nobody tells you how life changes and what aspects of living that same life change when you leave, for obvious reasons. Rain poured down on us all day today, and now, I’m soaked. Everything I own soaks in water, moisture, dampness. I never realized that even fire can look wet. For the time required to scale Kip Mountain Pass on the far eastern slope, we trudged as the rain fell from the skies and drenched us all. At the summit, the rain continues to drizzle, unrelenting, burdening our minds with the damp heaviness of each water drop that lands. Read more
At some point during the two months between my arrival in the United States and my birthday, my family moved house, and in that time, only one thing —an object— remains in my memory. I understand that what I am about to reveal may seem unbelievable when considering the considerable circumstances under which I arrived in the U.S. Nevertheless, when trauma ensues, little makes sense to the logical mind. Read more
Through a thick accent —but not so thick that my overall understanding of what she says is hindered— she says that, “I do not believe in shortcut.” I nodded in acknowledgement of her bold statement and general wherewithal. Then I pointed out that, “Yes, I understand what you mean. The saying is ‘shortcuts.’ You don’t believe in either taking shortcuts or in shortcuts or taking a shortcut.” Tilting her head to the side, she looks at me and clarifies that, “But the idea of shortcut is anytime a person wants to take easy way, shortcut or like shortcutting.” Read more
He wanted to make beautiful ribbons, he pled, he wanted to make beautiful ribbons.
He wanted to make something beautiful, he fled, he wanted to be something beautiful.
A sane person calls, they fed, a sane person eventually calls.
Screams and shouts for help, they led, relief from the terror over staring, they shed.
He needed to be something more, I said.
You instructed to be something more, I read.
I wanted to be something more, I bled.
To arrive here on the orbital, some say, is a one-way ticket. Others say that a better destination awaits those who cower in piety and righteousness. To do good for others represents the doing of good for the self, but what is it really?, to do good, that is, in the name of, with the promise of saving one’s own place in the paradise hereafter? Read more
At first, I thought for sure that he was merely walking in my direction; it —the possibility that he would ever walk toward me— never crossed my mind that he might actually be walking toward me. Absolutely, I saw him; everyone sees him. If he’s in a room, he is to whom everyone pays attention. He saw me seeing him, and like any sane person, I immediately looked away and soon began to feel that dreaded internal temperature rise out of embarrassment. I prayed for the first time in over a decade that I would not a) turn red and b) release sweat through the pores in my face. Read more
With a theme color of minty, apple green, the entire endeavor of selling self-serve bulk candy exudes a grotesque ambiance as clear, back-lit plastic boxes reveal numerous varieties of sugar that have been shaped and colored into seductive, bite-sized pieces of splendor. Like moths to a flame, children and sweet-inclined adults buzz over to the wall lined with promises of sugary satisfaction. Each type of available candy is categorized and defined as follows. Read more