Tag: Perspective
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A Pigeon Called Fate
“The worlds are not scripted for the profound love between mother and daughter. Everything can be re-written when it comes to the love string that bonds two hearts together. Not even death can glean a taste of this radiance as its very existence is the opposite of all that is death.”
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Pancake Resentment
“The kids ate them and were thankful, but I could tell by the mass amounts of syrup they used that they were not the type of pancakes they were used to. I felt a sting of rejection that bothered me more than it should have. The inkling that I had a resentment against pancakes was rising in me once again.”
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Nobody Like Odysseus
“The more I strive for success, the more paths appear to take me away from what I originally set out to do. With each new variable met to assist my career, my goal of writing becomes diluted.”
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Skipping Grey Rocks
“By the time I perfected the “Grey Rock Method” – I no longer needed it. My mother passed and a lifetime of manipulation and triangulation passed with her. However, as we all know just because we don’t need something anymore, it doesn’t mean that we always discard it.”
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Alligators in Duluth
“The sound of a pillow falling is not something most people would pick up on while wearing earplugs, but I did thanks to my hypervigilance due to my triggered state.”
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Purple Cloud
“While I was happy to play along, I didn’t much appreciate being singled out as the owner of mystical ghost energy. So, I asked what seemed to me the only question to ask in this situation; “What can I do to not attract ghosts?”
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Bringer or Taker?
“The elderly couple that sat across from me hardly spoke in the twenty plus minutes we all waited together for the doctor in a small, stuffy waiting room. I recall being able to see her blue veins through her almost transparent skin and wondering how the frail man beside her could possibly care for her.”
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Flies of Life
“It wasn’t until we reached the freeway, did we fully appreciate the gravity of our situation. Our daughter started yelling “Ouchy, Ouchy” and screaming out in pain. It only took a few seconds to realize that there were flies, or at least one, that was circling our daughter who was helplessly strapped in her car seat as we drove down the highway at 70 mph.”
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Becoming a Professional Writer…
“Last year I wrote “Become a professional writer” on my goal list. The first thing I did in preparation was quit my job under the premise that if I had no income, I’d be more motivated to make a living off my writing. Then I focused on defining myself as a writer and “author” which is proving more difficult than I anticipated.”
Happy Langdon 