Adam Newman
Stories (2/0)
A Friend for Life
Solitary, monotonous and alone. There lay, in an inescapable state of isolation and torment, the very definition of abandonment. There he lay, caged, dishevelled and bedraggled; no loving home to call his own; a history of pain and anguish. I could see it in his eyes, even as the innocent and inexperienced child I was, I could see grief in those bloodshot eyes. Those lonely eyes. Those eyes neglected from love we all so desperately need. His fur soft but matted. Ungroomed and uncared for. This poor pup appeared to be no more than 6 months of age. No- this was not life. It was at this moment, I knew what I had to do.
By Adam Newman3 years ago in Petlife
The Little Black Book
Ordinary. That’s all he was, just an ordinary man in an ordinary life. He was called Edgar, he had an average salary derived from simple, mundane, tedious employment. His limited clock of existence slowly but surely tick tocking towards the inevitable darkness of his death. Of his forgotten life, should I say. Of course, who am I to judge? I am merely adhering to rules of everyday life too. I am merely but a brick, a fragment of this construction, this conceit that we call ‘society.’
By Adam Newman3 years ago in Humans