Tag: Prose
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Movie Madness
Last weekend, I participated in Vidjam, a 48-hour filmmaking competition located in Harrisburg. It’s not the first time I was involved in one of these competitions, but I will admit it was the first time I had a blast. And the exciting part is, we really liked the way our film turned out! Yesterday there…
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My Visible Life
I want people to like me. I want people to like me, and understand me, and it stresses me out. This is a problem I admit to having, and it is a problem that many people have. It is a problem because it interferes with and bogs down my ability to see real life in…
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“Mumma, that dark man saved me!” (And Other Labels)
When I was maybe seven years old, I went to the beach with a group of people from my church. I was wading in the water at about shoulder-level, when I accidentally walked right into a large hole. As my feet plummeted downward, so, unfortunately, did my head. Shocked from the abruptness of the fall,…
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Divided We Fall
Two more black men have died from police brutality. I know that statement has a lot of weight to it, and I know there will be a lot of people who find fault in the words that I use. But Alton Sterling was selling CDs outside a convenience store, and he was pinned to the…
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Crooked – A Story About Teeth
Time to get back to some fiction. I’ve had a slightly unconventional story idea about vampires (I know, doesn’t sound too unconventional) bouncing around my head for years, but never tried to put it to paper until a friend happened to inadvertantly remind me of it — on Facebook, of all places. So, thanks to social media, I…
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Trusting Myself to Not Trust
Today will just be a nice, self-loathing blog post about my insecurities and how I like them. Consider this your warning that you’ll probably get some eye roll exercise if you continue reading. When I was in middle school, I decided I wanted to take karate classes. It was a short-lived jaunt down the road…
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Room For Ruthie
Why do I always put things off until the very last minute? My friend, Ruthie, is partially moving in with me. By “partially”, I mean she will live with me when she’s not off being a travel nurse — a job that steals her away for three months at a time. Ruthie will be living…
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Turning Over Stones
There is a game I like to play when I have the down time and am feeling particularly creative. I will go and sit in a public place and people-watch — I’ll think about what that woman with the glasses and the limp is thinking, what she did today; what that man with the beard…
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Digging Holes
Someone made the suggestion that I write some damn fiction every once in a while for my blog, since that’s all I ever want to talk about. I thought that wasn’t such a bad idea. When I sat down to do this, I immediately thought of my high school days, when the coolest man I…
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Say “Uncle”
I don’t understand why they have to make hospital beds so big. My Grandad is swallowed up in his, half sitting, half laying, wiggling his toes under the blanket like a little kid as the nurse asks him a series of questions about his health. In his whopping 61.7 kg state, he can in no…