Life is learning to traverse the difference between what we need and what we receive.
The events of this blog happened a while back, but I still like the story, so here it is:
As part of my new “be a responsible adult” thing, I logged on to my bank’s website to check my account and balance my checkbook. Of course, I did this from work because I was bored, but, I figure responsible adults get bored at work so this is 100 percent okay. (more…)
It was nearing the end of the spring semester and Jackson Hollifeld was sitting in class listening to his professor talk about hydroponics. Though the professor spoke without much of an accent, the chorus-like quality of his dual-mouths caused many to have problems understanding him. Jackson, who had grown up with an Ithorian almost always around, didn’t have that issue. So he took notes easily while the professor repeated himself for other members of the class. It was mostly the off-worlders that had trouble. (more…)
“Well you’re just across the street, looks a mile to my feet,” Jimmy Eat World “Kill.”
The inch between them shrank and grew with each rumble of tires over the uneven highway. He found himself relying on the slow pace of road construction after the harsh winter. Prayers for potholes leading to incidental and remarkable contact as if the brush of shoulder against shoulder through layers of fabric was equal to bridging the gap separating friendship from love. It was the hardest chasm to traverse. (more…)
The joke that appears in this blog is from Watchmen. I might not get the wording exactly correct and given it’s a three-hour movie I’m not going to re-watch it just for this bit of dialogue, so you can consider this a paraphrase. Fun fact, when most people are saying they are using a paraphrase, they are actually giving a précis. A paraphrase is to say the same thing a different way, but in roughly the same amount of words. A précis is a shortened summary of the original statement. Unfortunately it only has a noun form, so you can’t say you’re précising. Apparently spell-check recognizes it, so maybe you can. That’s your grammar lesson for the day. (more…)
I was sitting on the porch of the house on Kennedy Street when my brother came out to sit next to me on the bench swing. I was pushing myself by stretching out my legs to touch the railing. At the time I was five and had to tilt my feet downward so that my toes could touch. It must have looked like I was some sort of misplaced ballerina. When I put my feet down, they dangled above the porch and I would listen to the sound of the plastic tips of my shoelaces scraping on wood. (more…)
The heater popped beside Alex filling the air with a faint smell of burning dust. It was unlike any smell he had encountered and it was unpleasant, yet comfortable. With the small space heater pinging beside his left leg, his left hip was burning especially when skin would come into contact with the denim of his jeans. Meanwhile his right leg was hopping up and down with a steady but uncontrolled cadence as it shivered from cold. (more…)
He lined up the scuff on the side of the heel of his shoe with the end of the ledge. It was his third pair of the same type of shoes. The last pair had separated at the front, the sole flapping whenever he walked. It was like some mute puppet whose only wisdom could possibly be to say not step in gum. (more…)
The portal spit Garner out into near darkness. His clawed feet crashed down onto hard, cracked soil. As the portal closed behind him, light shrank even further around him. He kept his eyes sealed tightly, looking through the eyes of his sword instead.
No matter how much I want them to, monsters do not really exist. Vampires, boogie men, wraiths and even Sully from Monsters Inc. are each aggregates of generations of mythology, bad science, misconception, imagination and folklore. They are flights of fantasy. As a rational human being, I know that everything, even the fantastic and absurd, can be explained by science. While I can suspend disbelief for the time it takes to watch a movie, read a story, to play a game or even ponder, reality always settles back in, if it ever left me at all. (more…)
I’m the first one in my house to wake up to go to work and because my room is at the far end of the hallway, I try to walk to the bathroom without turning on any lights. The hallway is without windows of any kind, so I leave my door open. This makes it so the only light cast into the hallway is coming through my bedroom window. It’s usually a combination of moonlight and streetlights, filtered through the blinds. Long, dim lines of weak light stretched out along the carpet. I have only outlines and edges to guide me, but it’s enough to see and walk with confidence. (more…)