So I asked my landlord. His name is Mentor and he is one of my best friends, my beer drinking buddy and the guy I talk football with. I told him I am seeing a ghost and this good buddy of mine laughed at me. “You been hittin those Millers pretty hard, have you?” he… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Living Room 2
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Lost Confessions: Living Room 1
It is happening in the living room for god sakes! That is kinda funny if you think about it, lol. He isn’t really scary. He is kinda boring looking. He has short hair and is sort of balding. He is wearing a suit. He has a bag or a briefcase with him. I can’t really… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Living Room 1
Lost Confessions: Sister
Dan put her in a room. He stood in front of the closed door. “I want you to pretend that there is a monster in this room. That monster is hurting your sister, he is hurting her. You have to get through this door to her to protect her. GO!!” Adam ran double fast to… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Sister
Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 3
At the very end of my senior year, I was working my shift at Pizza Hut when my short, neurotic manager spun me around. Business was booming and pizza was flying everywhere. “You have visitors. Two girls. Big surprise. You have two minutes and I need you back here.” She buzzed away. I looked up… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 3
Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 2
When I was a sophomore in high school, my sister got kicked out of the house. My mother, who had been locked in a brutal war with Lisa since my sister was six, had finally justified herself in tossing Lisa away. While my sister was off at a school homecoming event, Mom made Servant pack… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 2
Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 1
In seventh grade I was pretty much a joke. I had no friends. I was wildly unpopular. I was laughed at, I was threatened, I was tortured. At school my sister met a girl named T, from across the room they became best friends. T was a headbanger. She dressed like a headbanger. She walked… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Scratch, Part 1
Lost Confessions: Light
He would not have her while I breathed. He was a vile poison and she was life itself. What do I say about my love, my partner, my sacred? How do I make you see her as I do? Well, I can’t. I will fail you if you try to look through my eyes. But… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Light
Lost Confessions: Sacred
You have to understand Shadow was a monster. When we found him he was diagnosed as a sociopath. He was a dangerous person to know. And it was so much worse when he was in high school. Back then, he was hurting everyone he came into contact with. So few people were safe from him.… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Sacred
Lost Confessions: Rising Winds
There is something happening in my head and I have to write. I have a lot of work to do, so I might be doing that, but that is grunt work. Run on sentences and passive voice weeding. Collapse this character. Change this point of view. But our fucking minds are flaming and the surrounding… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Rising Winds
Lost Confessions
I was talking to Bekah about my blog the other day. We were talking about the posts I still needed to write to fill this year’s series, and an image came to me as if from a flash of light illuminating a storming night. “I have an old blog somewhere,” I said. “What did you… Continue reading Lost Confessions
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