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 […]
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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. […]
Inconjecture
Hey, how are you doing? Tell me, how do you feel? Is anything bothering you? Do you think that you’ll deal? It’s quite alright, It’s just ok, I haven’t been living much of a life, anyway. Hey friend what’s wrong? Don’t you know what going on? You seem to be looking down? No […]
Open Heart Insight (IV)
“Ready?” “I think so.” “It’s not really a question that you can respond to unsurely. Either you are, or you aren’t?” “Ready.” “Go ahead then. Let us in.” Tristan stood in front of the door, arm stretched forward, with the key in his hand. Some wildly debilitating magic froze him in this spot. He breathed […]
Open Heart Revelation (III)
Tristan stared at the mirror before him, his hands still at his sides. His naked upper torso showing bulky muscle at the shoulders and chest, his slightly leaner arms were taut and sinewy, like that of a martial artist. His abdominals and waistline were trim and hard, a large-squared four pack showing on his flat […]
I _______ You
Its is far easier to impulsively sense, reactively feel, or spontaneously expectorate the words “I love you,” Than it is to take the time, deliberately make the effort, or ponder and deeply consider, uttering the words “I understand you.” Humbly yours, J
Prestidigitation
What is fear without a rush? What of confidence without doubt? What is ecstasy without melancholy? What of silence without song? It’s the great emotional sleight of hand, the divulging of one and sublimation of the other. It’s the perfect sentimental illusion. Proffering grandness while shrinking another. What is anger without meekness? What of love without […]
The great sadness of old socks
Over time I have amassed a considerable collection of single socks. I would do a load of laundry, and find that there were a few socks that were lacking their mate. These halves of a pair I would throw into a drawer, intending that when another load of laundry was complete, I would match them with their […]
Open Heart Incision (II)
The muscles in his forearms began to quiver during the motion as recollection of his prior procedures pulsed through his mind. Crimson droplets beaded at the site of the cut as he drew the knife horizontally across the faded scar on his chest. Flickering squares of red and white bit into his vision as he […]