An aspiring author presently working on learning to write again after neglecting my craft for years as a result of depression and higher education.
An aspiring author presently working on learning to write again after neglecting my craft for years as a result of depression and higher education.
Mr. Alden is old
Mr. Alden lives in the copper-red bungalow across the street. He has lived there since I was born.
Mr. Alden is tall and skinny with a grey head of hair. My mother told me once it used to be black. Slicked with pomade and smart.
Mr. Alden lives alone. He has for as long as I can remember. No wife and no children who make surprise visits with littles in tow. I learned that he wa...
The temple burned and burned and burned.
Smoke billowed endlessly from the top of the old stone building. It was more smoke than I had ever seen before. The way it spread over the village was a as a rain cloud settled in the sky. Dark and looming.
The fire was terribly large as well. At that age I was only allowed near cooking’s fires. Those fires were contained. As contained as a fire could be;...