A SparkSometimes you forget who you are. It’s not quite an identity crisis; you do not panic within your skin, ready to separate into meaningless fragments. You remember your name just fine. In fact, just to be sure, you wrote it in the palm of your hand that morning with a faded pen often used to scribble out last-minute grocery lists. Then you whispered it under your breath as you made breakfast until you became breathless.A Spark9 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No, it’s more like an identity misplacement.
Consider the day you lost your glasses. You could see the world just fine, at least on the surface, but the distance tantalized you--the neighbor’s house warped into a blur of drowsy attic light, the calendar on the fridge an amorphous measure of time characterized by a June bug lounging on a wet flower. Still, you could read faces when people approached you. A smile looked like a smile, a grimace like a grimace. When you at last found your glasses that afternoon, you put them on and realized that all day you
Existence - Inspirational Quote #33As easy as it is to breathe and live, it is just as easy for God to renew your purpose and lose touch of your existence...Existence - Inspirational Quote #3312 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Total Connection - Inspirational Quote #32Life proceeds to gather unto itself the hardships that do cause endurance to fail. Therefore, to lessen this, we must journey within life with a soul united with a spirit, thus allowing a total connection with God...Total Connection - Inspirational Quote #3212 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Breaking NewsBreaking News22 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
…the police are still searching for the remains of the hot dog stand. I’m going to interrupt the story here to bring you a breaking news story. Dalton Tiller is spiraling into a depression. We bring you now to Deep Hole, Maine, where the story is in progress. I’m speaking with our top correspondent Richard Herman. Richard, what does it look like out there?
Richard: Liza, the scene here is downright grim. Crowds have been waiting outside all day, all hoping to get a look at the hopelessly sad man. I’m being told… I’m being told right now that we’re being allowed into the building. I’m going to try to talk with him… The situation has escalated since last night when Dalton said he was feeling sleepy a whole three hours earlier than usual. Since then, things have tailed out of control. There he is- there he is- Dalton! Dalton, is it true that you’ve been feeling depressed lately?
Dalton: Come on, get out of my face, man. Get this
Reality - Inspirational Quote #31Surely, if we install some kind of reality that time is short-lived and life can flutter like a bird, we will locate the weakness coming from our souls and connect rapidly with our spirits, so the strength of both Spirit and Soul will connect until Men end...Reality - Inspirational Quote #3112 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
WindowsillHis mother tried the door. Locked, as usual.Windowsill5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He sat on the windowsill, staring out at the street below. It was overcast: typical. The road was sparse with cars and a person walked by every few minutes, but that was all.
He couldn’t tell how long he’d been looking; he’d gotten bored. He looked at the action figures lining the shelf in his room. An assortment of characters from a variety of media, posed as they were. He walked past them, checking them each in turn. Twelve, in total.
There was an alerting ping from his computer as another message arrived. He checked it, replied, then left again.
He was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The dent in the plaster from where he’d banged his head was still there after all these years, so he focused on that.
His mother talked to him as they ate dinner together, and he replied. She was worried, as always, but he told her he was fine. It wasn’t a lie, not really.
His room was dark. He knew he’d go to bed