The Hunter

Today, all I want is a loaded rifle. The feel of the wooden stock in my hands, the cool metallic smoothness of the darkened barrel glistening in the light from my cell phone as I slowly insert the gleaming brass shells into the receiver. I fill the magazine, although if all goes well only one … More The Hunter

Screaming Silence

Written June 28, 2018 I have never felt so alone in my entire life, and I have always been alone. There has always been a huge gulf between me and others. Even in laughter, the heart has been sorrowful, but in that silence and emptiness, there was the illusion of friendship. I had taken comfort … More Screaming Silence