The Storyteller’s Truth

The Storyteller’s Truth

Storyteller, is that you? Friend? Oh no, foe? Faux real though, everywhere I gaze, it seems strangeness courses the conscious streams and subconscious networks. Tread and spread carefully. 🤫 REBOOTING… Storyteller, welcome to another creative update: –  My novel...
A Portrait of Pain

A Portrait of Pain

This story is about the boy known as the Red Koi. He briefly self-assigned this name, but his narrative will now transition from third to first. In a first person: I stand in agony. Then I sit. My fist meets the ground to maintain stability. Wife texts me photos of...
The United States of Consciousness

The United States of Consciousness

Are we tense or intense? What’s the difference when both result in a grimace? Nothing makes sense since losing presence. If it’s gone for good, we can’t be convinced. All seemed picture perfect at first glimpse, But after overdosing on emptiness, And...
Date Night with Me, Myself & I

Date Night with Me, Myself & I

I walk into The Land & Water. A bartender tells me to sit anywhere I like. I ask the waitress her name. “Kayla,” she says. “Look, I’m going to make this really easy. Water with no ice and 10-piece sashimi,” I say. She verifies my lack of allergies and departs.  I...

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