I started Reality of the Unreal Mind as a blog to tell my readers a little bit about who I am as a person and the things that I have been through. As I traveled through the telling of this tale, I have been finding things out and setting things next to each other in… Continue reading The Appeal
Category: Normal Street
Strawberry
When I was ten and Mumble lost his job, we hurt for a while then we started to put it back together, or so we thought. Then the corn. The deal was three dollars for a brown paper grocery bag full of as many ears of corn as you could get in the bag without… Continue reading Strawberry
Meeting Vigil
“I need your help,” I said to Rose as I walked into her house. “First, have you eaten?” “Since when?” “Sit down and eat.” My mother dropped a plate of pasta on the table and summoned me with her flapping slap. I obeyed. “What can I do for my son today?” She smoothed back my… Continue reading Meeting Vigil
The Pristine
“I don’t want to get this wrong,” the note I sent to her said. “There is a box for yes and a box for no, but please don’t check. Please fill the box in. I don’t want to get this wrong.” She was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. I noticed her immediately and… Continue reading The Pristine
Come Home Soon
She had stayed until everyone left and I was walking Bekah to her car. It was the first day we were together and she was going to her parents where she was staying for the summer. “Don’t go,” I said. “You belong here. With me.” I kissed her. It didn’t take more than that to… Continue reading Come Home Soon
Bold Boy
I had a friend once. He was a good kid. We were nine and we didn’t deserve what happened to us. One day in a park I lived near, a teenager I call Dogshit and his two teenage friends tortured us. Beat us. Pissed on us and almost raped us. That day it was all… Continue reading Bold Boy
The New Girl
When I woke up, she was gone. When my eyes popped open, all I remembered was thinking, I have Bekah. I remembered her arms around me. I remembered the feel of her lips and the odd thing they did when I kissed them. I remembered the funny way she phrased things when she was drunk… Continue reading The New Girl
Eve
Bramble was my Uncle Wrath’s best friend. He was a good-looking guy with a mustache and curly brown hair. He was short and wore a lot of leather. He rode a motorcycle and he was a martial artist. Bramble loved me. He loved me more than any other person alive save one. Bramble loved my… Continue reading Eve
