Open Heart Empowerment (XIII)

Tristan reached out, pressed the thumb latch downwards, pulled the door open, then stood motionless, for many seconds.  His teeth crunched together forcefully, and there was no gap between the straight line of his lips. Slowly, and deliberately, Tristan pulled in air through his flaring nostrils, and forcefully snorted it out. He took the few, […]

New England IPA vs. New England “Style” IPA

Those familiar with craft beer scene, know that the New England ipas have been, probably, one of the most popular and sought after styles of craft beer in the last several years.  Those who have been ipa fans for a long time, have been gravitating away from the piney, bitter, clean, dank, ipa style brewed […]

Open Heart Metamorphosis(XII)

Instead of a sharp, metallic, click, Tristan heard a high-pitched shriek.  The scream was so loud, and shrill, that he became momentarily disoriented.  His hands being otherwise engaged, Tristan was unable to shield his ears from the cry. The piercing wail was so intense that he had to shut his eyes to feel a sense […]

Open Heart Extrication(XI)

The sparse, unrefined, yet comfortable, lodgings, appeared before him in pulsing increments. Firstly, the floor in front of him appeared, where his left leg paused in its stationary position. Next, the bed appeared, still disheveled, but reassuring in its disarray. Finally, the surreal, shrouding bubble popped, and blew it’s shell outwardly, exposing the remainder of […]

Open Heart Interlude (X)

When he opened his eyes, Tristan was taking in a simple, rustic, hotel room.  The sheets upon the bed were rumpled, and the pillows were smashed, and folded in upon themselves.  The minimalist accommodations were quiet, and still. Tristan’s shook his head back and forth languidly, shrugged his shoulders up and down, and then twisted […]

Open Heart Diversion(IX)

The door creaked slightly as it opened.  Tristan felt a slight chill enter through the entryway, slightly disturbing the warmth provided to him by the crimson walls, eggshell frames, smokey panes, and the popping, crackling, yellow, white, and red blaze in the fireplace. The door closed with a dull thud, and the latch engaged, with […]

Open Heart Acquisition (VIII)

Tristan put his hand into the front right pocket of his pants.  He twisted his hand back and forth, opened his fingers wide, then squeezed them around his powerfully muscular quadriceps. He removed his hand, tensed his right oblique muscle, and shifted downwards to the right.  Tristan patted the pocket just above his knee, and […]

Open Heart Absence (VII)

“Where is it?” “Pardon? I’m not sure to what you are referring.” “You are assuredly aware.” “Pretend that I’m not, and tell me what you’re talking about?” Tristan closed his eyes, then slowly inclined his head towards the ceiling.  He shrugged his shoulders upwards, tensed and flexed his trapezius muscles into his neck, and squeezed.  […]