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  • Six Word Story #30

    March 27th, 2025

    She repaired him; he outgrew her.

    __________________________

    This is an interesting relationship phenomenon. In my opinion, it’s a dangerous emotional undertaking to set out to “fix” someone. If you succeed, the person you end up with isn’t the one with whom you started. That could lead to anything. And yet decades of rom coms and romance stories have taught me that the beauty always wants to find a fixer-upper beast. Maybe the relationship is better off if the beauty finds the beast and just leaves him a beast? Or if she tries and fails to fix him?

    OR… maybe the beauty inspires the beast, but ultimately the beast has to fix himself? If he does that himself, then maybe the relationship power dynamics don’t end up wonky and off-balance. I don’t know. I don’t think anyone knows.

  • A Dunk

    March 26th, 2025

    A Dunk

    When I held you beneath the surface
    A few lonely bubbles floated up,
    Wet, soggy, and limp – I removed you,
    A cookie, made better, in my cup.

    ___________________________

    The twist in this poem works better if I don’t give the ending away with a picture. Oh well.

    There is definitely an art to dunking a cookie into your milk. If you hold it in too long, the structural integrity of the whole thing falls apart and you’ve got a soggy bits of mess just sitting at the bottom of the milk. Often the cookie bits don’t leave the bottom of your cup alongside the milk. Wasted cookie, dirtier dishes – not ideal. But you do have to leave the cookie in the drink for long enough to absorb *some* of the milk. It’s a hard balance.

    One time I was staying at an Airbnb with my family. My vision impairment frequently means that when we travel, I stay behind with our luggage and read / write / watch movies / etc. while the vision able people in our group go and do the things that require vision to be fun. This was one of those times. I wanted to drink some non-black coffee and found myself without milk or sweetener. What I did have was a package of Oreo cookies. So I dissolved the cookie into my coffee and stirred it up. At first I thought I was a genius. My plan worked. The coffee was a bit sweeter and had just a hint of a mocha taste to it also. Then as I finished the drink, I encountered the chemical bits of the Oreo that God (probably) forbade man to consume. It was isolated from the rest of the tasty ingredients that mask its abominable presence within the cookie, and let’s just say it was an unpleasant-to-the-taste bit of gloop.

    When I did it again, I stopped just short of finishing the drink and then I dumped the chemical gloop out into the sink. Modern problems require modern solutions.

  • Three Sentence Story #15

    March 25th, 2025

    Despite the late hour, but just as he expected, Josh hears a light knock on his front door. When he opens the door, he sees a strikingly beautiful woman who smiles familiarly, before asking if she can come inside.

    Months of preparation and training had not prepared him for the unnatural pounding of his heart in his chest, as he invites the vampire inside.

    ____________________________________

    When I was a kid, old people (the old people of those days, anyway) used to say that “nothing good happens after midnight.” Now that I am an old person of this present era, I think the phrase is more accurate than not.

    One of the things that I like about writing in the super-short story format is that it leaves a lot of room for interpretation. Is this woman a literal vampire? Does she just look like one? Is this a metaphor for inviting trouble into your house? What did he mean by training? Is the POV character an insane person about to do harm to someone? Is he a sane person about to try doing harm to someone supernatural? Does he mean no harm at all and he in fact trained for, uh, something else. You can kind of choose your own adventure.

    The culture had a big vampire phase, a few years back. I still see it in some of the book smut (no offense) that some of my fellow bloggers review, but it does feel as though we hit peak vampire around the time that Twilight had them glittering in sunlight and it’s been a return to the blood-drinking mean since.

    The vampire lore always seems to evolve to meet the needs or demands of the present-day culture. Depending on when you lived, throughout history, they were ugly and terrifying, or they were attractive and seductive. Sometimes male, sometimes female. It’s a very versatile baddie, to tell you the truth. One bit of lore that usually transfers and holds, with the changing of the times, is that you have to invite a vampire inside your home before it will enter. There’s something metaphorical or spiritual about that. It doesn’t make a lot of sense, though, unless some even higher power is allowing the vampire to roam, but limiting their terror to that condition.

    There does seem to be a permanent anxiety in humanity toward this type of supernatural enemy – as if we have some kind of shared ancestral memory giving us warnings. Or maybe it’s just practical wisdom, collected over eons of human behavior. You probably don’t have to find out if vampires are real things to worry abut, though, provided that you don’t go looking for trouble, and you don’t invite it in.

  • Six Word Story #29

    March 19th, 2025

    Therapist: “There was a second date?”

    __________________________

    Sometimes people are in therapy for a reason and that reason is themselves.

    At one time, I harbored an idea (not quite an ambition) to be a therapist. I kept finding myself in situations wherein I was giving advice and I was doing it for free. But I eventually decided that I might not be well-suited for the profession.

    I care about people, once forced into it, but I also tire of them quickly so I try to avoid that.

  • Pretty Mad

    March 18th, 2025

    Pretty Mad

    Stunning and insane, she raged,
    I should have felt more fear,
    I knew she couldn’t be assuaged,
    But her face still drew me near.

    Some grapes grow to hate the vine,
    Then mature to be a sour wine,
    But who can tell without a sign?
    Some flowers turn their face from light,
    They hide in shadows of the night,
    To hold them you abandon sight.
    Some creations think themselves divine,
    A lamp aloft designed to shine,
    She sees all shadows as a fight
    Some fools must learn beauty will bite.

    ______________________________

    Sometimes I’ll see a news article about a woman who did something horrible, and just below the picture of her mugshot is a guy commenting, “I can fix her.” And sometimes the girls who end up in “mugshot hotties” successfully parlay that into a modeling contract.

    Tori Black aka Michelle Chapman: Arrested for domestic battery after punching fiance in the head(Image: DFA Pictures)

    Dangerous beauty is a hard lesson to learn. Human instinct innately associates beauty with safety. Wisdom is learning to see beyond the pretty face to the person beneath.

  • Three Sentence Story #14

    March 17th, 2025

    Kylie’s little brother Jacob is an odd boy with a particularly peculiar recent habit, namely that he has been pulling open the manhole cover in their family’s front yard and speaking his thoughts down into the darkness below.

    Both curious and disgusted, Kylie finally questions her brother as he is in the act about why he does this, and he answers that “sometimes I get reactions.”

    Disturbed and a little nervous, she asks what he means, but as the words leave her lips she sees a small red heart float up out of the dark.

    _______________________________________

    This is obviously a metaphor for living one’s life online. However, I think it’s also an explanation about why that happens, too. From a distance, talking to strangers online – or to nobody and hoping to find strangers – might seem like a weird or even unhealthy thing to do. But there is something powerfully magical about speaking something personal into an abyss and getting a positive answer.

    If little red hearts floated up out of the literal sewers when you talked into them, lots and lots of people would be doing it.

    People also tend to be an unfiltered version of themselves (or at least a differently filtered version of themselves) when they’re online. Finding community or at least commonality for the more vulnerable or unhinged parts of yourself is reassuring in a way that filtered life might sometimes fail to be.

    HOWEVER… the explanation for why we might stare into a digital abyss is not an argument that the action is healthy. Is it healthy to stick your head over a sewer for hours at a time, every day? Probably not. Same is true with being *too* online. I’m not talking about purposeful internet activity. I mean doom scrolling and constant posting on social media. People need the standard issue traditional relationships humans have always had. If little Jacob from the story chases the little red hearts too much, he eventually starves elsewhere socially. Hopefully his sister pulls him away instead of joining him.

    I am reminded of the following quote:

    “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”

    This quote from Harry Potter might well apply to its primary readers – the generation of people who grew up with the internet. Let that little red heart reassure you, but then go out and live your life, too.

  • Six Word Story #28

    December 6th, 2024

    Everyone lives with the king’s mistakes.

    __________________________

    It’s a heavy burden to be in charge. Or, at least it should be. I assume anyone who wants to be in charge is either a dangerous megalomaniac or forced into the role to prevent a bad person from seizing power.

    I also wonder if the people in those roles even know which of the two types they are. It’s an easy lie, to tell yourself and to believe yourself, that your need to rule is altruistic. It seems to me that very few terrible people realize that they’re terrible.

  • The Darkness Had No Friend

    December 5th, 2024

    The Darkness Had No Friend

    When we had no steps left in us,
    No roads that we could roam,
    When light was just remembrance
    And the shadows were our home

    When the next thing was the ending,
    No race left to be run,
    We endured the night – unbending –
    Anticipating sun

    Then the dark began to weaken,
    As orange reached the edge,
    Hope rose upward like a beacon,
    For us still on the ledge

    The journey’s road became revealed
    As night gave way to day,
    Our old foes, their fates now sealed
    Had made each other prey

    While hope prevailed until the light,
    Hate hastened its own end,
    When love shone bright throughout the night
    The darkness had no friend

    ___________________________

    I’m not really sure what this one meant, or where my head was at while writing it. I’ll try to interpret it, though.

    Generally speaking, I think we all go through darkness and adversity. Sometimes you hang in there, cling to hope and love in some type of like-minded community, and you eventually come out on the other side. You might be battered and bruised, but a version of you, that is recognizably still you, survives.

    If due to adversity, you let yourself become consumed with hate or fear or some other negativity, you may end up destroyed by those things.

    It’s a danger sign – and perhaps a cause for self-reflection – if you find yourself pushing old friends away and dramatically changing your appearance. Some people even go so far as to change their name.

  • Six Word Story #27

    November 16th, 2024

    Time defeated him first – everything followed.

    __________________________

    Eventually, “I ain’t as good as I once was, but I’m as good once as I ever was” turns into “I can’t do that anymore.” It’s hard to know when that happens, though, unless you continue trying.

    I’ve always enjoyed the genre of story where the old gunslinger, the old boxer, the old dog, etc., gets up for one last fight and goes down in a blaze of glory. If the old character wins decisively, then he/she isn’t at the edge, yet. There’s more story left to be told. If they lose decisively, then he or she is way beyond the edge and it’s more of a sad and tragic ending (and it’s probably a moment in someone else’s journey.) For the story to work, you need to dance around on that line.

    Pro Wrestling handles these stories better than any other medium. Who among us doesn’t remember Shawn Michaels, with tears in his eyes, taking out Ric Flair and ending his career… then sobbing over him after. Give them both an Academy Award.

  • Three Sentence Story #13

    November 15th, 2024

    Ryan Brown’s vibrating cell phone wakes him up with over fifty notifications, all of them asking if he is okay, and nearly all relaying that they saw a story on the news about someone with his name jumping from the Brooklyn Bridge late the previous night.

    Ryan is quite shaken, though, and far from “okay.” He distinctly remembers jumping and has no idea how or why he is back in his apartment this morning.

    _________________________________

    You sometimes hear people say that it would be fun to attend your own funeral, just to see who shows up, how people react, etc. I guess this story is kind of an adjacent idea.

    About 20 years ago, someone who shared my name and age died in a relatively well-publicized car accident just outside of my hometown. Quite a few people reached out both to me and also to my parents. All of that produced a strange mix of emotions, assuring people that I was fine and being touched that they reached out. You don’t always know how many people care about you.

    A couple of months ago, I saw a story on the news about a woman who was planning to jump off a bridge, only to be talked back by Jon Bon Jovi. That real story seems almost as incredible as my fake one. I don’t know if there’s a celebrity I’d most want to see in my darkest moment, but it would be hard to top Bon Jovi under those circumstances.

    If you ever have self-harming thoughts, please reach out and talk to someone.

    Suicide Hotlines in The United States

    Crisis Text LineText HOME to 741741
    National Suicide Prevention Lifeline1-800-273-8255
    Trans Lifeline1-877-565-8860 (for the transgender community)
    TrevorLifeline1-866-488-7386 (for LGBTQ youth)
    Veterans Crisis Line1-800-273-8255, Press 1
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