Blood of a Thief

Blood of a Thief

On the way out of the house, the thief’s bleeding hand had grabbed my Bible from where it lay on the floor. There’s a story inside it, one that I hope they read.

East Side Story

East Side Story

I really don’t like reviews.  I learned through eight years of school newspaper contributions that I’m not particularly good at writing them (I lack the confidence that anyone really cares what I think about something), and I also am not a huge fan of reading...

Oh, The Horror

It’s for this reason, I think, that horror movies are so difficult to judge. How do you rate something that’s highest purpose is to make you double-check your closet at night, or think about leaving a light on?

This Is The Way; Walk In It

This Is The Way; Walk In It

The world became bigger. I keep asking, where do I build my life? Around a job or career? Passions, in general? A girl? How much do you sacrifice for someone, and at what point?

Perfect Ten

Perfect Ten, but every time this person talks, a stream of bubbles comes out of his or her mouth. Perfect Ten, but everywhere he/she goes, there is a possum within ten feet.

Riding in Cars with Boys

Riding in Cars with Boys

When I am tired of taking public transportation, I walk home from work. I follow a narrow sidewalk for one mile along a busy highway. Lately, I have begun fantasizing about driving—not of going anywhere per say, but of the familiar smell of a red Ford Taurus, the...
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