The Grimm Name

I don’t post things I write on the internet. Well, I guess I can’t say that now since that is exactly what I am doing but it’s not something I have done before. This is a little piece of a roughly 2500 word short fiction story I finished today. It’s the last thing I’ll finish before the semester begins. I like the story and we’ll see what my professors think. If you happen to read and enjoy this part I’ll send you the PDF file. Just message me.

        He left through the back gate careful to keep the family dog inside the fence. He
licked his fingers and swallowed the sugary syrup left over. The tree line seemed to undulate as he walked up the path to his house bobbing his head and walking serpentine to miss the holes eroded into the old road. When he could see the exposed intestines of the trailer he heard a thud that shook the thin floor and he ran up the detached stairs. The door hit hard against the cornered wall and he saw her. She was lying between the couch and coffee table, her back against the couch and her ear pressed against her shoulder. He pulled the coffee table away from her and lay beside her. She had fresh, red lines running through the crease of her arm. She was breathing in short spurts and her eyes opened and then closed, her eyelids heavy like she had just woken up. He began to cry.
       “Momma,” she opened her eyes and squinted as she tried to smile.
       “Momma,” he put his arm over her hip.
       “Why Momma?”
       “I’m sick,” her voice was weak and it scratched as it made it’s way out.
       “I’m sick baby.”
       “You ain’t dyin’ are you Momma? Momma, you ain’t dyin’,” he cried harder.
       “I’m so sorry baby,” her eyes blurred beyond color and the tears began to leave a dark shape on the carpet. He held her until she fell asleep and so did he.
       She died on the floor of their trailer. He stayed in the living room lying with his mother’s cold body for over a day. Around dinnertime the next evening the woman walked up the path and knocked on his door; she was carrying a plate of food wrapped in cellophane. The knock woke him and he began to cry again.

#picstitch (Taken with Instagram)

#picstitch (Taken with Instagram)

Thanks @wildmikewild  (Taken with Instagram)

Thanks @wildmikewild (Taken with Instagram)

I have been absent from Tumblr for a while now. I want to make it a point to start posting on here more and what better way to start than a beard photo. enjoy.

I have been absent from Tumblr for a while now. I want to make it a point to start posting on here more and what better way to start than a beard photo. enjoy.

beard is coming back just in time for winter’s last stand.

beard is coming back just in time for winter’s last stand.

Late night ghost practicing. (Taken with instagram)

Late night ghost practicing. (Taken with instagram)

Writing is difficult. portraying images through words can be tedious. I suppose the way we hear and read can affect the way we approach it. Learning how to do something foreign is always difficult at first.

I’m inspired by the love that one Man had. Further deep than anyone has.

I’m inspired by the look in the eyes of the innocent ones. The ones not yet jaded by the concerns that have become. Not just become but have taken over; to grow and merge with my eyes; to bond and create [with my eyes], a filter of cynicism and apathy. Oh, I wish I could regress, back to the age of the filterless view. I’d like to be surprised again. I’d like to be wide-eyed again. To be inspired again.

I’m inspired by selflessness. Existentialists are fools. Self made essence is pointlessness. A bleeding heart is joyfulness. Since when is compassion a dirty word. But then again, my blind spot grows while I brave the race to and from; and back and forth; and go and go and stop. I just want to be inspired.

I want this suit but in blue. So unique and cool. You can see the blue one worn by Ryan Gosling in “Crazy Stupid Love”.

I want this suit but in blue. So unique and cool. You can see the blue one worn by Ryan Gosling in “Crazy Stupid Love”.

This is a song I wrote recently and posted but have since recorded it with better equipment and just have all around made it better. I am playing with the idea of turning this theme narrative into a full story maybe doing an ep. If you are at all interested please give me your feedback. I want to know if the story is remotely interesting to someone besides myself.

Thanks.