(been a while since I’ve shared but recently been inspired to write again, not just from the head but from the heart… but like you say, “good things take time”, and as promised, “always write…”) For me… It had been six months of outbursts and release, sporadic moments of excitement and unanticipated bouts of silence, … Continue reading Submerge, Merge, Emerge
She said she comes from Limerick. I thought she said "I like limericks". He, however, came from Labrador. I thought he had a labrador. "I want to visit Hungary," said Hugh. I told them "Hugh is hungry!" My parents had a nice trip to Bath but did not bring back a bath. Brother wanted to … Continue reading World Puns
After years of exploring the Black Hole, I returned to humanity. I tried to speak of this experience with humans, but not everyone was as open-minded. Of course, there were some who took an interest and enjoyed hearing of my travel journeys. Those were able to live vicariously through my shared experience. But then there … Continue reading The Black Hole (Part III)
It's hard to just "be you" When you have an above average IQ And an array of unexplored worldviews. MG We all have thoughts, we just think about different things. We all have ideas, we just want to achieve different results. We all have routines, we just want to be comfortable in the world we … Continue reading The Black Hole (Part I)
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A king's crumb The pauper's pearl ~MG~ Kings, they sit amongst each other, feasting on rum and wine. They eat and drink, mock laymen and slash servants for fun. The kings awake the next morning with bitter hangovers, only to rule the People whose integrity was entirely disregarded merely hours prior. Councillors, they converse with … Continue reading From Kings to Paupers
"Try something new," she had said, responding to the unspoken yearning I'd been having for adventure. What's new? I had wondered, constricted by the limitations of my imagination. And bank account. Try something new... I'd been pondering for months what "new hobby" would satiate my thirst. For months, I dreamed of playing the violin, of … Continue reading Try Something New
(Creative writing: May 2009 - when it all began) Perhaps there was nothing wrong with her to begin with, and she was just as normal as everyone else. But maybe it was her honesty that landed her where she was now—a rut. All that she once represented, all that she once was, the person she … Continue reading Don’t Look Away
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 