The very first job I ever had was something I built for myself back in elementary school. I confess that It’s not something I can ever put on my resume. In fact, I was actually threatened with arrest at one point during the height of my business success.
Tag: short stories
Who Still Blogs Anyway?
I don’t believe it was the way in which I have taken up blogging, how I write, or what I write about that has inspired a few friends to take up blogging. I am no literary master or famed author. I haven’t revolutionized blogging or created some new form of style that has encapsulated a movement or that has transfixed a wide audience. I’ve kept things simple, for the most part, but a few people on the internet come back to read what I have to say.
After The Thirteenth Mile
Rubber soles pounded the warm asphalt creating a steady, but rhythmic, slow-tempo drum beat. They had carried my legs with ease for nine miles on the winding streets of Eugene, Oregon before I felt the slowly creeping soreness of a run that was lasting too damn long spread through my overworked leg muscles. I did [...]
My New Year Resolution: It’s A Thing Now
The Adult At The Keurig
The End of A Journey (Part 2 of 2)
The last five days before my best friend and I started new full-time jobs, and receiving talks about promotions, were the days we used to travel up and then back down along America’s west coast. We took to the highways, side roads, and freeways like a drop of water takes shape in a rushing stream. [...]
The End Of A Journey (Part 1 of 2)
Writing Prompt: The Change
Writing Prompt: Instead of writing a dark, gritty version of a sweet story, make a grim and horrifying tale genuinely heartwarming It had all started one day after I sat down for a meal in my home. That day, I had a rather large helping of crisp salad, which still had the dew from the [...]
The Lives That Run Parallel To Our Own
The sound of knocking came from behind my best friend’s front door about an hour after we had come home from her birthday party. Her two dogs both ran to the door while eagerly wagging their tails and letting their mouths hang open in a way that mimicked an excited-looking smile, which let my friend [...]