Just a few words here, and a gentle reminder to pursue your passions, no matter how futile they may seem. Let’s push forward! Be well, and thanks for reading.
Just a little wordplay. Be well, and thank you for reading.
Here’s a snippet from an upcoming short story. Thanks for reading.
The day that my potato exploded in the microwave was an eye opener. It was a sign…an omen. A message from the powers that be. Maybe I’d nuked that fucker for too long, or maybe I just didn’t give a shit. Either way, that little vegetable bastard decided to commit culinary suicide and blew itself spud first all over the confines of the microwave with a mere five seconds left. I mean, c’mon…it couldn’t have kept its composure for a measly five more seconds? Suck it up, god damn it! I had no money left, I had no lunch, and I was hungry enough to eat the scum out of the bottom of a homeless man’s shoes. It was definitely a sign…an omen…a message from the powers that be.
There are home libraries…and then there are library homes. This week’s space is by far among the greatest and most obvious examples of a book lover’s private paradise. It would be accurate to state that the owner of this home loves to read, as the upper stories are dedicated to a quite sizable book collection. With ample sunlight and a quiet, efficient, well provisioned little nook on the uppermost level, this does appear to be a space where one could kick back and read, or post up and get some work done. In fact, the only true indicator that this is even a home is the kitchen table resting nearly on the first floor. Let the daydreams commence.