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How Different I am from my Younger Self
When writing to prompts, there are ones that appeal and ones that don't. This one appealed because 'coming to terms with how different I am now than in my youth,' is an active thing I wrangle with, and it isn't something I have achieved. Who would if they believed people de-evolve once they reach the prime of life? Or if they believe growing old should refer to a state of maturity and wisdom, not a state of becoming physically decrepit.Maturity is a state of mind because aging is compulsory but growing up is optional. Those who choose the latter do not need to change much emotionally and menta...
Press Delete to Reset
Abraham Wilson, celebrating his ninetieth birthday with friends, joked that he didn’t feel a day over eighty. Then, with much protest from the group celebrating with him, he picked up the dinner check.“Oh no you don’t,’ said one of the friends. We’ll get that.”“Not on your life, guys. This has been a great evening and it’s on me." Then he pulled out his wallet, selected a credit card and handed it, along with the bill, to the waiter who went off to work his magic on the touch-screen adjacent to the little window where the kitchen crew passed out the prepared meals.Shortly, the waiter returned ...
Day of The Dead
“The dead walk among the tombstones at Mountainview Cemetery today.” Police Captain Jason Mollring said. He stared out at the view of the countryside from the top of the cemetery grounds while he sipped from a police station coffee mug. Recently hired from the Big City, he was still trying to get used to being in a small town. Officer Tricia Montalvo was not paying attention to him, instead closely examining the dead body. The head and shoulders of the victim were shredded and lacerated. This was her first murder case after four months on the Littleton Police force and she was beyonwww.onedoor.ccd excited. ...
Celebrating Brendan
I’ve always hated it, I always will and there’s nothing anyone’s going to be able to do about that.And by the way, consider that I know how this story ends and that’s still the line I’ve chosen to lead off with. So if you’re looking for redemption or some kind of Scrooge-tastic epiphany, off you pop. I’m going to conclude a few pages hence as unredeemed as ever and unapologetically so.It’s not because I had a terrible childhood, or because a parent left the rest of the family on Christmas Eve, or that a faulty set of Christmas tree lights set my house ablaze one year. Nothing that dramatic. I’...