Short Stories
A Sit Moment
Our first acts of existence outside the womb are to suffer. We are made to cry just to get us to breathe, that sudden slap on the ass announcing our arrival to this world. We know hunger for the first time, and we begin to know human needs. If we are lucky, we are born to a nurturer, someone who gives us her breast in our moments of need; someone who tenderly caresses our humanity in our moments of utter confusion.
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Exit the Numbness
I sit and I stare blindly at the wall. There is nothing there, it’s just a wall. Beyond it, there is something, but I can’t see it. All I can see is a white, flat […]
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The Black Wall
He stood, frozen. The fear created within a lifetime came flooding to his face as his eyes began to let go a torrent of pent-up suffering. He dropped to his knees and sobbed. Yes, the end was near, and there was no certainty that he would live to see it.
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When I See You Smile
I bet you have bowled me over, knocked me to my knees and lifted me up again an infinite number of times since we’ve known on another. I may only remember a relatively few of them and only the most recent, but I have a strong suspicion that I’ve fallen over and over again for the simple pleasure of seeing you smile.
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And Now We Stand
“A man must learn to kneel before he can learn to rise.” I have knelt, and tasted bitterness from the puddles at my feet. Now, I rise, and drink […]
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:( And I want to growl {MATURE}
I tell you what. If you are lucky enough to have your love near you, go make love to her/him. Take her in your arms and kiss her passionately. Rub her, touch her, make her tingle. Kiss her everywhere, and don’t stop until she begs you to. Then make love to her like you mean it, like she deserves it, and like God Herself tells you to. Don’t stop until you can’t breathe and can’t move another muscle.
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The Gift of You (The Beach and the Ocean)
The real courage comes from stepping off the sand into the mud, of rising out of the depths into the that place that is neither water nor sand but a bit of both. We step out of our box into the wet sand and often feel fear we want to run from. It gives us great comfort to hide in our secure box and somehow suggest that it takes remarkable strength to be there.
