Mitchell Womack

Mitchell Womack wasn’t a tall man. It was surprising, really. His father had been large and his mother was a veritable giant at just over six feet. His younger brother, Colin, played center for a university basketball team. But Mitchell was much smaller, the runt of the litter. Things never seemed to be in his reach. Continue reading

Waves

The uncut wheat rippled in the wind, the waves of a golden ocean washing upon a shoreline of trees. A man could almost drown in those waves. The sky was awake, clouds racing to meet the horizon, carried by strong gusts, the same gusts that made smoking nearly impossible for the man in the plaid jacket. He flicked at his lighter, attempted to shield the flame with his smooth hands, and gave up once again, cursing with the impunity of someone who knows they are entirely alone. Continue reading

Time for a Change

Despite my ever-present, often debilitating fear of change, I’ve decided to do something new with this blog. Although I think the problems of life need to be written about directly, as I’ve been doing for a while now, there is so much value in the art of subtlety.

So, for the next several weeks — or perhaps longer — I will be posting pieces that are stories. Simple stories. Stories about people. Continue reading

The End

The end — the words that follow the conclusion of many books. Sometimes we’re glad to read them because the writer found the perfect ending, one that leaves us teary eyed with happiness.

Or perhaps, in a rather different scenario, we’re just glad that the book is finally over, only having finished it because we hate abandoning a project halfway through Continue reading

Blinding Illumination

Light is a delightful, necessary thing. Headlights keep us on the road. Flashlights help us find our way through dark forests. Even a small, flickering candle can bring comfort to a family in the darkness that accompanies a power outage.

And the brighter the light the better, right? After all, without the sun, where would we be?

But if you look at the sun for too long the results will be something entirely undesired. Continue reading

A Painful Truth

The romanticization of pain is one of the greatest falsities to worm its way into storytelling.

There is supposed heroism in a man who suffers for a good cause and stays strong — he is the hero because he perseveres through the hurt, through every hardship and trial. He may lose hope at times but in the end it is the valiant hero who overcomes doubt.

But that’s not life. Pain isn’t like that, with a neat beginning and end. Continue reading

Fondness Makes the Heart Grow Absent

There is undeniable truth in the old proverb, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” The heartbreak of separation from a lover is, without doubt, the driving force behind many romantic reunions. But further down the road, long after the reunion, there is something hidden — a cruel truth that is often left untouched, unvisited by authors because it doesn’t make for a good story and ignored by the lovers whom it affects.

More often than not, fondness makes the heart grow absent.

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A Good Man is Hard to Find

Perhaps the most common question about human nature is this:

Why do good people do bad things?

It is a relevant question, one that affects the human race, but it has been debated for centuries — arguably even millennia — with no concrete result. The more interesting question, the question that has been absent for far too long and may shed light on the matter, is this:

Why do bad people do good things?

Consider, for a moment, the case of infamous serial killer, Ted Bundy.

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The Oyster-Man

I’ve found the phrase, “The world is your oyster,” to be an especially handy one.

It can be used to motivate aspiring students who are about to encounter a seething mass of opportunities and seize their fortune. It can be used to let a recent retiree know that, now that he has disposed of his daily responsibilities, he has the time to pursue his dream of skydiving. It can also be used to inspire dictators in their vicious conquests or empower monarchs to continue oppressive regimes.

What a terrible use for a perfectly good phrase, you say? I assure you, there is an even more frightening side to this age-old idiom.

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