2024 September
Hard to Function in Chaos
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“I’m just trying to figure out how to function in this chaos.” 8th Avenue in the West Village is a highly trafficked area, especially near 14th Street. Even the streets are weird, where West 4th Street cuts diagonally across 10th,… Continue Reading →
I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it. The early rise is the hardest step, each day departing slightly later than the last. I shuffle out the wooden doorway, unprepared for what my day will… Continue Reading →
The Myth of Creation I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it. The dreams of a fool, Spinning outward and downward, Weaving intangible webs. Binding Atlas to his knees, Bringing Achilles to heel, Twisting and… Continue Reading →
Cry of Sisyphus I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it. If I am to regather the pieces of my bone, flesh, and blood and climb this mountain once more surely Earth would take pity… Continue Reading →
“I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it.” Elora dropped to her knees. Her eyes welled with tears. “I’m so sorry.” The nurse replied. Elora and Jack had only had each other for as long… Continue Reading →
“I thought I could make it, I really thought I could make it.” I yelled, stomping my feet on the ground as the nurse walked up to me; her expression doleful. Just a second ago my sister was there alive,… Continue Reading →
“I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it.” As scheduled, I drive my truck to Joe’s watermelon greenhouse to grab my order. It’s my last chance to make some money with those melons. But unfortunately,… Continue Reading →
I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it. Cold void stretched outwards for miles, stars winking like eyes, staring through my soul. Temperature held steady at 22 degrees Celsius. The thrusters sputtered and died. Craft… Continue Reading →
“I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it.” The words echoed in Leon’s head when the enemy’s bullet pierced his skin. At the moment Leon fell, he felt burning pain in his chest, and the… Continue Reading →
Episode 1: I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it: Scene 1 Revision 12 -The scene begins with a car driving down a snowy street within the forest -Do a drone shot of the car… Continue Reading →
“I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it,” a disheveled man cries out breathlessly while screeching to a halt in front of a closing metal door. Inhuman shrieks echoed down the hall behind him. Whoever… Continue Reading →
“I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it,” the older man said into the phone, sitting at his kitchen counter with his mint herbal tea and bacon and eggs. He wore his red and black… Continue Reading →
“I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it.”. These were the words muttered by the patient before overhearing their diagnoses by a nurse. They were going to undergo a surgery tomorrow to try and re-vitalize… Continue Reading →
“I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it.” I said with an undertone of shock. This…is unspeakable…what just happened? I was seconds away, I…I could have made it. The alien’s tail just…god…it just tore Clara… Continue Reading →
I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it. The ball rolled leisurely around the rim. It couldn’t seem to decide whether to swish and make my dreams come true or roll out and send me… Continue Reading →
I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it. Last Christmas me and my family went to Tennessee for a Christmas break. We had an early flight that morning but we got up a little late,… Continue Reading →
“I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it.” Closed, tired eyes, Hand gripping mine. One wrinkled, one smooth; A testament to youth Lost to love and life And strife. The path of one tear Marks… Continue Reading →
“I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it.” With so many hours left in the day, you’d assume one could accomplish a few easy chores. This would be an incorrect assumption, as four out of… Continue Reading →
Art is a Game called “Try Again” I thought I could make it, but I was tricked. I really thought I could make it, but I failed. My passion was too weak, and so I slipped, My art was too… Continue Reading →
I thought I could make it, I really thought I could make it. But always unable to, tossing and turning through the night, forever, never-ending. Mundane repetition, going on and on. Moonlight fades as clean, crisp morning air rolls in…. Continue Reading →