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RECORDING MOMENTS IN TIME


No Worries
Every day, I hear this multiple times, repeated over and over, in a tone that suggests, “Why do I get all the idiots? On the phone making...
Feb 25, 2023


One Story in Two Voices Chapter 16: Transitions
1016 Canton Ave, Elmira, NY 14904 It’s all good. Well, school sucks. What do I remember? I remember always being the little guy. Quiet,...
Feb 21, 2023


Pickup the Pace
Too much to do! If you’re young, my suggestion, pickup the pace. I realize the end was near the day I bent over in the driveway to pickup...
Feb 18, 2023


Dystopia Chapter 9: Ostracized
Heart racing as I attempt to catch my breath. A single shot echoed in my ears. Was I hit? Dying or already dead? Words now whispered from behind, “ Leave .” The voice was familiar, soft. Pushed gently. I stood, then quickly and carefully stepped over the body and blood as I walked out the door, my revolver still holstered. Still hidden by my coat. Recent events, unclear. Hoping that in all the chaos, people running for safety, not aware of what just happened. I never looked b
Feb 16, 2023


Monochromatic
Falling, chest tight, breath constricted, into the unknown. At first, I see a blue haze, a fuzzy form, edges undefined. Flailing,...
Feb 14, 2023


What Was God Thinking?
Sitting here, I’m feeling perturbed. I’m old but seriously, Methuselah lived to 969 years, and the good book listed others living...
Feb 11, 2023


One Story in Two Voices Chapter 15: Settling In Pt. 3
One more story from Allen Street… Yes, I could walk to school, what maybe ten minutes to school and fifteen returning home, but I seemed...
Jan 30, 2023


Artificial Intelligence
Reporters seek to report news, create flashy stories, headlines offered to amaze their audience. Seeking controversy at a superficial...
Jan 28, 2023


Dystopia Chapter 8: You Judge
As the weeks crawl by, a few, usually unattached males, in various stages of wear gather at the main entrance, all in need of whatever we offer. What we will offer for a price. Clearly, we have little but will exchange, or trade when it severs our community. How they gained their tradable “treasures” is of no interest to us, only that they possess a fungible quality. They arrive and announce, “I’ve got a bundle of wood.” Or some groceries, or silver rounds; a few had gold.
Jan 22, 2023


Never Happened
He lied. Clueless, he was but true, thanks to alcohol. Evidence abundant. The lesson learned that next morning: Blood thicker than water....
Jan 21, 2023
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