this wreckage

short stories, music thoughts, medical trauma, and the rest.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Ocean Breathes Salty

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He sat down on the bench beneath the coat rack. Various odors drifted around his senses from the jackets lined up above his head. Each j...
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Sunday, October 21, 2012

Curtains!

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Breathing was difficult due to the fact that his face was pressed firmly into the side of the bathtub, while scalding hot water rushed th...
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Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Is It Safe?

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I’m coming up on the 8th anniversary of my kidney transplant. If you know me, or have taken the time to peruse the nonsense I’ve been po...
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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

End of Daze

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The time has come for me to make a major decision and, as usual, I am indecisive. No matter what I do, I know that I will be unhappy wi...
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Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Disappear Here

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Lately I’ve been overwhelmed by music. There is simply too much and it has paralyzed me. I’ve not had the patience to listen to songs all...
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Monday, August 27, 2012

Wake (Part III)

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I'm Awake Now Chuck strolled down the sun-drenched sidewalk during the bright August late afternoon. His mind was replaying his ...
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Wake (Part II)

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Deep Black Chuck and the Orange sat down on the curved bench changing their shoes. They had both just turned 23 and decided to gather ...
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