After I had dropped Jennet off at her house the feeling of dissapointment, possibly even resentment began to arise inside of me. My stomach was rumbling and my contacts were begining to iritate me further. After making a snack of whole wheat crackers and humus i climb to my stairs yearning for my bed but detoured to the sink to take out my thin ( Read more... )

The sheets were strewn about the room with portion of one wrapped around my ankle as if beckoning me to lay in bed another half hour. Opening my eyes i realized the sun was struggling to get in through the double thick dark curtains installed months ago but despite the thickness still allowed a ray here and there in. Grasping at my desk i searched ( Read more... )

the stairs are laughing at me as i rise up to my room. the dizzy walls are twisting into an utter oblivian. when i look towards something full of lost i see my fucking room ad all i can think is that i held to much hope for it because sure i 'd be able to get to a computer but that doesnt mean i'd be able to write what i wanted to so i get to the ( Read more... )

i was robbing and stealing. first from my neighbors and then i moved on to people from other countries. and i would fly away into the sky affter i had gotten my loot. everyone wass sleeping and i sed this chance to cop a feel off of a few hot sleeping broads. i was fueled by coffee. once i got into the monastary in mexico i was joined by an old ( Read more... )

i wish i could put into sounds the brilliant words ( Read more... )

that fucking son of a bitch cock socker. damnit, i sound like anyone else who gets fired from a job. i dont care though he's mearly any son of a bitch who goes through the college system. oh sure they've claimed to have read all the russians but gogol, chekov, nabakov, tolstoy, but then again i suppose the only one there is to thank is dostoevsky, ( Read more... )

I hate to sound like a typical writer trying to find meaning in their banal life but I wont sit here and deny my life is anything but. The clock is ticking away and with every minute goes another missed chance for me to write the great work of fiction that will never be. Can it be i wasnt meant too write extrodinary tales of madness or anything ( Read more... )

I was late arriving to my apartment. Normally I would have taken the stairs, but for whatever reason today they were out of order and i was left with option to reach my humble 40th floor apartment; the elevator. The stairs had always allowed me to get a little bit of exercise and allowed me to make less awkward aquaintances than the elevator would ( Read more... )

"Goddamn it" I muttered as I burnt myself on my large café americano in a rather corporate café of a rather in particular city ( Read more... )

A&P is a first person narrative story told in a slightly sarcastic and quite apathetic point of view. The thoughts of a young man are displayed quite truthfully, and do an excellent job of showing the thoughts of many young men around the same age. Though it is somewhere near the beach, the fact, the story takes place in a corporate supermarket ( Read more... )