
Oath and Memory
Even though it was his whole life, he feels like it should have been longer. That he had finally been robbed, and despite all his wishes he couldn’t give to her what she had to him.
Even though it was his whole life, he feels like it should have been longer. That he had finally been robbed, and despite all his wishes he couldn’t give to her what she had to him.
Betterment begins with a destination.
Fans call him “The Unkillable Demon King.” They call him “god.” They chant “Faker Faker Playmaker” when he is winning.
What I can hold is a hand or two.
Abject wretch that you are, you mistook fear’s voice for advice.
Behind me, twigs cracked.
Though you may never see these words, I still wanted to say them.
What do you know about anyone beyond what you want to see and what they allow you to see?
Any lover of the arts should find something worthwhile in metal music’s tracks
It was probably Jungle Jam and Friends which started another time-honored tradition of the Koning household: incessant quoting.
We would be poorer without heros, and yet they would be nothing without us.
Don’t look at me and see where I’m lacking.
This is where greatness begins, should we choose it.
Kindle patience within when the spark of impulse bursts upon me.
Admit it. You wanted this.
How can you know if you’ve discovered the best?
Our choices will define us. Others will too. And the mark we leave will not meet any of our expectations.
When I tell people I have four brothers, usually they respond with, “Oh, your poor mother.”
Please assist humankind by divulging any variations of the masculine nod not encountered in this scientific journal.
The pencils are another matter.
Discovering each new piece of her was a treasure only surpassed by the next discovery. It did not take too long before she agreed to make our relationship official.
Plenty of people exist in the peripherals, without heart, voice, hope, friends. People you might never expect.
Giving up the control, allowing our grasping hands to slacken is scary. We don’t know what to do if we do nothing. Yet life goes on.
I write because someone once said, “Only two jobs can speak for the dead: detectives and writers.”
But—a precaution—do not be prejudiced. My prerogative was purely positive.
Light, after all, functions as both a particle and a wave.
“We should totally hang out.”
The lie comes easily. Situations such as this feel like they require politeness and kindness more than truth.
“Golden Boy.” As gold is king among metals, so was he a paragon among humanity. Like a sun, he beamed a perfect smile, seemingly always happy. People basked in his radiance.
I can’t be the only one who wanted to know others’ thoughts about them. The stories locked away, whatever they are, waiting to be told.
Blogs are a compression of life, but in the condensing, much is lost. The world consists of indeterminate shades of gray (though definitely not fifty), which the structureless blogs cannot capture.