A short story that grapples with our understanding of the different stages of life.
Category: Featured Writing
I don’t know why I kept the letter. I guess it’s a kind of sultry relic of time passed
“Gentlemen, it appears that we have a major problem on our hands,” stated McNamara as he plastered the photographs on the table.
Why is it that we continue to allow the ever-growing technological world to destroy our sentimentality?
I am the youngest, which is usually a detail that warrants scrutiny from the others. I am as tough, as skilled and certainly as intelligent as the other three but a deficit in years deems me the undisputed runt. They criticise my posture, my jumping and even how I handle …
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I remember writing a book. Or trying to, at least. It was a pile of memories I had collected over a three-month period – a collection from which I thought something could be created. These were memories that I had gone over and over in my head and scenes that …