• Deep Ocean Blues Part 3

    Deep Ocean Blues Part 3

    Mike’s fingers traced the tunnel walls, and he found himself immersed in its depths. Declining further into the earth with an alarming chill consuming his frame, frost building along the slippery walls. Chattering teeth and numb skin were Mike’s reward for this adventure. The anticlimactic scene stripped his mind of the excitement it had once…

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  • Deep Ocean Blues Part 2

    Mike waded through the darkness. Denial was the obtuse figure softening his mind as his casual veering and slight wandering differed from the straight course in his mind. The term ‘lost’ never ventured to form an attachment to his mind, its absence a neglectful caretaker. Muted hostility produced the exemplifies that fell from his mouth…

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  • Monday

    Sitting in my local coffee shop, the usual rickety chair and wobbly table added a touch of professionalism to the work while Frank Sinatra’s voice trails through the speakers, the baritone notes a subtle backdrop to the whirling and shaking of mixed concoctions. The wafting smell of coffee tied with the atmospheric connotations only this…

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  • Deep Ocean blues

    Deep Ocean blues

    Subtle ocean waves moved restlessly, progressing across the world in ceaseless motion as a small creature stood on the edge of a cliff watching. Abstract, indistinct thoughts in its empty head. Its core characteristics were its short stature and long beard; secondary aspects were the drab grey jacket and blank pants that settled into the…

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  • Monday

    A controversial bit of tea about me since no one asked, is that my favorite day of the week is Monday. This fresh start to a brand new week is full of excitement and challenges mixed in with routine and structure. So I’ve decided Mondays shall be the day I write about my life, my…

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  • All’s Fair and What Not

    “It’s not fair,” the melodious charm attached to the droning wail escaping from the creature cascaded through the air with the delicate nature of booming fireworks. The source of this cacophony was a tiny creature, a miniature form of humanity dressed in overalls. Dubbed George for better or worse, this diminutive figure embodied every faltering…

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