Andrew Clark
Bio
A college student trying to get my writing out there.
Stories (5/0)
STOPLIGHT
The green light from Patrick’s phone screen illuminated his face in the darkness of his living complex. Everyone was issued one of the same size at the age of 21. His living room suddenly became lit despite it being the middle of the night, and loud shuttering noises were heard from outside the walls of the complex.
By Andrew Clark3 years ago in Futurism
An Antique (Gay) Love Story
PART I: LOVELY ANTIQUITIES Antique stores are places where formerly cherished things go to be cherished once again, by another lover. On the 5th day of October, Carter Jones and James Brown found themselves in the same antique store. Carter Jones, donning a loose sweater and tight jeans was looking amongst the old typewriters and electric retro tea kettles for glass jars and bottles to fill with various crystals and incense, he was a major hippie.
By Andrew Clark3 years ago in Fiction
Dying Marigolds
Thomas Bradford was a sweet boy who liked to go by Tommy. He was also a small boy. He enjoyed the simple things in life like red cardinal birds and the way grass felt beneath his feet when he would go outside sans shoes. When he was wearing shoes, they were usually sandals so he could still feel the air of the world breathe against his feet. Always messy hair that was short on the sides and developed into a mullet cut in the back. Today he was wearing his favorite corduroy overalls with a yellow, sleeveless shirt that said “feminist” across the front with a few daisies surrounding the word.
By Andrew Clark3 years ago in Fiction
The Rainbow Diaries
July 25, 2021 I really enjoy coloring. Something about a pen, a marker, a pencil moving in one particular motion or in one particular path soothes me, it takes my mind off of other things. And I’ll create patterns too, little rainbow spirals or orange and black stripes. Coloring in a coloring book is incredibly therapeutic for me. I am someone who struggles with depression, anxiety, and ADHD. Thankfully the meds work and I can focus on a coloring page long enough to fill all the gaps but it better be the only thing I have to get done in that moment. But I love it. Colors are beautiful and sometimes they work well together and other times they work well apart and in the end the picture becomes a mosaic that I helped visualize and it’s that final image that always draws me back. The satisfaction of completing a piece is what brings me back.
By Andrew Clark3 years ago in Confessions
A Package for Mr. Cunningham
“Sign here for the package please, Mr. Cunningham.” The mailman said nonchalant. “Yes sir,” Charlie replied, not revealing his nervousness of having received such a package. It had no return label, and it was certified mail. As he closed the door to his small one bedroom apartment, his mind began to reel at the ideas of what the package could be for. He had paid his bills on time, paid all his taxes. He didn’t need an attorney for anything that he could think of, and he had already done his jury duty recently for a small local case of theft. He put the package down on his small four-seater dining table and took a seat for himself.
By Andrew Clark3 years ago in Fiction