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Blood began to run down his scalp, caught by his eyebrows. “Hey when did I get this,” Clide wondered; but it was too late, he began to feel dizzy, his vision started to blur but somehow he could see a beautiful white light that made him feel golden inside. He collapsed to the ground searching for the light in a dream he would never awaken from.

» Posted By Ryan G On 10.16.2013 @ 12:07 pm


When shrouded in darkness with no place to go
you wander aimlessly with no destination in mind
you begin to se a glimmer of light it begins to shine
Now you have direction but will you make it to your destination in time?
who knows whether the light will disappear?
who knows if the light is just a mirage or a figment of your imagination?
You don’t, and you cant know. but you tread that path anyways because all you have is hope.

» Posted By Ryan G On 10.04.2013 @ 10:42 am

I knew a man once. His name was Chuck; from our talks I learned he dreamed of starting a production company, but his actions told me otherwise. When chuck got a little money he would spend it on frivolous things like baseball hats when he only had a few dollars to his name, his actions and aspirations were incongruent. I met chuck while I was in college, we had a class together. It wasn’t long before the class began that I was introduced to him by a friend. One of the things we had in common was our military background. Since we had something in common I assumed that he met what he said because being in the military can make a person quickly realize that they don’t want to work for someone else. Like chuck, I aspired to be a business owner. My first business venture, which was a social media website, was a failure, but the experience taught me many things. One day I sat chuck down to talk to him about ow your actions should always be related to your dreams, a lesson I learned years prior to. Chuck was offended by the advice I was offering and severed our relationship. A week or so later, the same friend that introduced me to chuck was telling me about his morning during our break from class. Apparently he got a call from chuck early in the morning asking for a ride to school because his car had been repossessed. It was made clear to me then that chuck suffered from habitual bad judgment. I sincerely wanted to help the guy I wanted him to realize that he’ll never achieve his goals acting the way he’s acting, but doing so would destroy him. See chuck was a man with a troubled past, his mother was addicted to crack, he was raised in the heart of Chicago. It turns out that that even though he wasn’t where he aspired to be yet he was far away from past, which may have been good enough for him at the time. I then realized the power of a dream, the power of hope. Chuck, in a sense, is like me, a man in a crazy world using the possibility of one day realizing his dream as a compass guiding through life. The power of hope is like fuel to a car. You could know where to go but you need something to help you make the journey.

» Posted By Ryan G On 10.04.2013 @ 10:34 am


The couple spent all evening adorning the tree in preparation for the ay to come. All night they stayed up and talked about their issues and how they felt about certain experiences. Slowly their issues became settled and they realized how foolishly they’ve acted. Their came an awkward science between the two, partially from sleep deprivation and partially from their realization. Had they strained their relationship past the point of no return? or was their still something left to salvage? They hadn’t even filtered or displayed affection toward each other in months.

» Posted By Ryan G On 06.21.2013 @ 8:09 am


He heard mumbling, it was coming from the bathroom, the door slightly perched open. Carefully he crept toward the door and peered through the crack, making sure to go unnoticed. There was only one person in the bathroom, it was Janice, she was naked standing in front of a mirror leaning on the countertop in front of it; he could only get a glimpse of her round protruding butt. “I don’t want to fucking go to the goddamn funeral,” she said, “I’m glad that rotten motherfuckers dead anyways, why would I want to stand around and watch people bury him, crying over his grave? Madness.” He had never seen a naked woman before and his curiosity was aroused, if there was just a little more room to look through, he’d be able to see one for the first time. Carefully he nudged the edge of the door to open it more, his heart began to palpitate, beating so loud he thought she might hear it. He peered again through the crack to see a large scar that ran from her underarm to down to the front of her thigh, it looked clean almost with surgical persuasion, like someone took a knife and ran it down her torso. The boy became frightened, if she had caught him, she would know that he knew about her secret. He had to make a hasty retreat, gingerly moving his left leg backward and then his right, and again his left. A loud creek from the floor was sounded, it alerted alerted Janice, she knew that it was the sound made only when someone was walking on the old wood floor of the bedroom. She bolted to the door and slamed it open with horrifying intensity; to see a petrified 12 year old boy, who has an expression on his face as if he just wet his pants. It was the most beautifully horrific thing the boy had ever seen. As the two stood there, Janice not realizing she was naked, the boy began to get an erection.

» Posted By Ryan G On 04.16.2013 @ 4:28 pm


Leverage, its a powerful thing that comes in many forms. Most people fail to realize it when it has it’s influences, but once you have an eye for it, its everywhere. It could be the boy prodding his mother to buy candy at a gas station, utilizing the leverage of love. It could be the mugger pointing a gun at an unsuspecting victim, relying the leverage of fear. It could be a politician, using the leverage of respect, to move the masses. How will you use it?

» Posted By Ryan G On 04.15.2013 @ 10:51 pm


It was an undeniable feeling, the way she walked, the way she talked, the way her hair bounced around like miniature slinkies even when she was still. I would walk to school in the mornings, hoping to see her along the way so we could chat, even if it were only a few words. Wether the feeling was mutual, I wasn’t sure, I was never taught the queues to watch for when someone was attracted to another. After days of accompanying each other on our walk to school, I finally summoned enough courage to ask her- the uncertainty had become too much to bear. I can’t remember what I said, but I do remember her response. Her mouth widened revealing her perfectly aligned, pristine, stubby teeth, I had never seen a smile so beautiful.

» Posted By Ryan G On 04.13.2013 @ 2:54 pm


That morning, when people normally would be going about they’re daily commute to work, the community stood distraught in front of the defamed statue. Its lustrous surface marred by graffiti, and vandalism. The arm that once stood tall, dismembered from its body. Who could do do such a thing?

» Posted By Ryan G On 03.28.2013 @ 4:39 pm


There was a loud crashing noise. Ensued by an unbearable shaking that reacquainted everyone to the floor. I heard cries of agony and pain, the kind of cries that are unmistaken by the ear of any man or woman. Never had such a terror stirred in my heart. I became paralyzed and disoriented, my vision had become red. Windows shattered, ceilings collapsed, the ground began tearing like fragile paper. People were being killed. I looked to my left to find Annie curled in the fetal position unable to react. I slowly struggle to my knees then manage to get footing. I pick Annie up th way a groom would carry a bride an a honeymoon. And I run for our lives.

» Posted By Ryan G On 03.26.2013 @ 9:25 am


Day after day the men labored, carefully placing brick upon brick. The arduous task was enough to discourage the workers, so during the workday they invented way to circumvent the ennui, singing songs that once belonged to their era. Soon the men came to realize their similarities outnumbered their differences and day by day, month by month, brick by brick, the once detached weathered men, became like brothers of a close knit family, like birds of a flock.

» Posted By Ryan G On 03.22.2013 @ 6:24 pm


“If you dare tread into those woods,” she began “beware that you may not return” she paused looking around for eavesdroppers, “and if you do return, don’t expect to be the same innocent boy you are now.” Obviously she knew nothing of me, this innocent face is merely an appearance, a byproduct of youth, she had no clue as to the inner abyss the lies within. Her cavet failed to deter me, for what she warned me about, is exactly what I wanted; I wanted to either die, or be changed beyond recognition, from my family, from the play-it-safers, from myself.

» Posted By Ryan G On 03.21.2013 @ 12:58 am


It pained me to bear witness, but I couldn’t get involved no matter what happend. I wanted to leave but there was also something drawing me to the spectacle, like a deep almost hidden curiosity being satisfied at last. I watched intently as Doran, piece by peace, destroyed the mans will, the way a jackhammer would destroy a brick wall. Soon he became fatigued, panting like a fat old dog, he began to reach in his pocket, he was searching for something. The man looked at me in a brief glimpse of desperation, our eyes connected; I could not only see his pain, but hear his silent plead, immediately I regret it and start to feel an overwhelming sense of guilt. I watched as Doran withdrew a small butterfly knife, he had regained his breath and opened the knife with a sadistic smirk on his old wrinkled face.

» Posted By Ryan G On 03.19.2013 @ 7:03 pm


I am a seeker of the truth, my search has taken me many places. I’ve been to the other side of the world and back, I’ve looked in books, in places, and in people for the underlying truths that govern reality. My journey has been epic, I’ve fought many battles, I’ve suffered many times, I’ve shed blood, tears and sweat; And now, my destination has been reached, in fact, I’ve been there the entire time, for the box that holds the hidden truths lies deep within, not waiting to be found but to be seen.

» Posted By Ryan G On 03.19.2013 @ 12:52 am


The boy tried to covertly slip past the movie attendant, and almost managed, until a girl who seemed his age noticed and asked her mother, “Mommy, why cant we get one of the tickets he has?” pointing in the direction of the culprit. Overheard by the attendant, he looked toward the direction of the young boy and barked, “Hey you!” The two’s eyes connected a moment before the boy jolted toward the emergency exit for a quick escape, if he could make it outside he’d be able to flee to the woods behind the theater. He figured nobody would search from him, after all he technically hadn’t stolen anything. But if he had been caught, the police would surely bring him to child services, he had everything to loose, he needed to move with haste.

» Posted By Ryan G On 03.16.2013 @ 9:08 pm


he overtly signaled for help, waving his hands over his head shouting,”Hey, I’m right here! please, help me!” his face sunk as the helicopter flew by. The gleam of hope in his eye had become just as distant as the helicopter that unknowingly pasted him. His heart became overridden with dispair, he crawled into the corner of what now seemed to be a prison and began to wimper. He tried his hardest to maintain what dignity he had left, but then his whimper soon became a weep, the weep of a one who’s lost all hope and dignity.

» Posted By Ryan G On 03.15.2013 @ 9:10 pm


The soda bottle blasted into the sky and shot up so high we almost lost sight of it. This was the best summer of my life, although I knew it would end with my parents getting divorced and moving apart from each other; there was something exciting about it, the uncertainty, the mysterious place we’d be travelling to carry on our lives. All the sudden my days in Minnesota we’re numbered and I knew it was likely that I’d never see many of these my friends and acquaintances again. Living in a moment I’d never be able to get back at made me wonder what my next adventure had in store for me.

» Posted By Ryan G On 03.14.2013 @ 12:54 pm


The seasons passed, the once lively tree that invigorated the small community had withered. The children no longer danced around the tree playing their daytime games. The men no longer gathered at nighttime drinking beer and singing the anthems they once used to sing. The loss of the great tree was like losing an elderly member of your family, it was the bond between everyone in our little town, it was our common ancestor. Now it was lost and only its memory remained.

» Posted By Ryan G On 03.11.2013 @ 7:06 am


I also wanted to tell her all the things I’ve been thinking of lately. Did she know how much I was inflicted? No matter ephemeral the exchange, what she had done was devestating.

» Posted By Ryan G On 03.08.2013 @ 11:33 pm

She says “I’m also going to the concert today”
But little did she know what was in store for the later that day, he life would be forever changed…

» Posted By Ryan G On 03.08.2013 @ 7:03 pm


Sinking, alas we have come to a point in our life where the inevitable is upon us. The boat was struck at 5 hours past midnight and I’m afraid we have reached a point where it no longer matters who lives or dies. It’s all upon us now, death will be slow, I can hardly bare the suspense.

» Posted By Ryan G On 08.23.2011 @ 10:04 am

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