Of Spirits Good and Evil

My Regular Mind, November 1, 2009 at 08h41

This morning was wondering why the sun was up earlier than it had been in the past weeks. Had we slept in? Was I late for work? No, in the busyness of the day before and the shenanigans that night, we’d forgotten to fall behind. The unexpected extra hour was vastly relaxing.

Our home is lined with boxes of our things, some packed carefully and some rushed. Some in the room they belong, others not. It is a beautiful place already, but with us in it, it becomes something more. Something complete. And when everything is in its proper place, it will only be greater. It did not rain on us yesterday as was predicted. I suppose it couldn’t have. Not while the universe is at peace. Continued…


Confessions

Crime of Life, October 23, 2009 at 01h40
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One of the things that you have to get used to when going to a Roman Catholic school is its many customs. Frequent masses, classes, and religious overtones from teachers who don’t necessarily believe themselves.

In seventh grade we had an introduction to confession. The entire class gathered in the gymnasium, every person sitting on mats apart from each other. We were told to think of something to confess to the priest that day. I was hardly prepared. Continued…


Sudden Love on a Back Road in the Country

Briefs of Fiction, October 23, 2009 at 09h49

“Just say yes, say you’ll marry me,” Justin gasped.

Speaking was difficult, getting softer.

“Honey, where’s your phone? We need help. I need your phone.”

Rebecca looked into the glove compartment. It was empty. Most things were on the roof anyway, and it was too dark to see anything there except for the reflection of the moon in the growing pool of blood. It was quiet now that the front wheels had stopped spinning needlessly on their axel.

“Marry me…” he said again, repeating slowly. Continued…


I Do

Lyrics, October 20, 2009 at 09h47

Written by Michael Lagace

Well, I came for you but you weren’t here too
So I wait for you though I know only I do
Well I do, I know only I do
We played with your rules in your place so I lose
And I know I bruise though I know only I do
Well I do, I know only I do

I could never understand the feeling
Of building just to tear down
Continued…


The Story of the Crash of Exodus

Briefs of Fiction, October 15, 2009 at 05h23

The system failed, all life support was offline for days when the autopilot brought the ship crashing down to Earth. Four hundred and eighty-five cryogenic chambers were destroyed. The remaining fifteen survived.

Upon impact with the ocean, the shuttle’s cargo bay cracked, weakened by the force of reentry. The chambers remained buoyant and came loose, where currents took some westward and the others eastward. The chambers that made it to land eventually opened, and the men and women inside got out. Instinct took over, their brains damaged from the life support being offline. They could not remember what happened. Not the Dahlia Virus, or the Exodus expedition, and not what they were to do when they returned.

This is how we would eventually know the story. At the time, those fifteen people only knew they were alive.


Bureau

Crime of Life, October 14, 2009 at 12h41

There is an e-mail lingering in my inbox from one of my former college instructors.

My college days are best summed up as a brief sprint through personal growth. I moved out on my own when I was nearly 20. At that point, I’d never really tried smoking grass, had never had a girlfriend, had never even been kissed. In my first few months, all of this changed. At the time, I couldn’t appreciate the affect that it was having on my life because I was so eager to be a different person. So eager to change. Continued…


Happily

My Regular Mind, October 12, 2009 at 08h25

Twenty-nine years ago to the minute, I arrived to the world. Know that today I will wake happily. We will go for groceries and spend the afternoon cooking. Before enjoying dinner, we will exchange birthday gifts and be thankful for our life. We will do this all together with our hearts open wide, and know that today, I will fall asleep happily.


A Confession, an Admission of Guilt

My Regular Mind, October 7, 2009 at 08h17

The following is quite obviously true, and needn’t be said, except that I’m saying it anyway: I haven’t been keeping up my usual semi-prolyphic writing. And oh, if an apology were all that it would take for the Entire World to forgive me!

New web site is still underway. Honestly, I thought it would have been complete by now, but I’m having some unforeseen problems with certain punctuation. Without giving too much away, there’s something going on between my code, my database, and my server’s settings. Continued…


Sloan

Crime of Life, October 5, 2009 at 11h18

I was listening to Sloan the other day, really enjoying the album, and a memory took me back to high school. A friend of mine mentioned them, a new favourite of his. But I was still into the top 40 radio hits, so I teased him about it. Yeah, as if I had some kind of musical authority to critique his preference. And now that I am a completely different person than I was then, I find myself wishing that he was around to apologize to. It might have been different.


Misconclusions

Prose, October 2, 2009 at 01h22

9 o’clock thursday night
with a scientist
– a first year biochemist, to be exact –
who knew science would save us
a militant atheist
– so he claimed –
but didn’t see that his belief
was as fierce as if
science were his god
and his god, infallible