Dallas Jackson Gold
Writing is not just an escape for me, it's a retreat - something to run to, rather than problems to run from. A retreat into the world of imagination, where anything is possible, and ideas roam free.
The Gains of Giving
I can still hear his contagious laugh; Shoulders bouncing up and down. Arms crossed in front of him as if he were able to hold it in. His bright light that illuminated all of us. But now, that light had faded into the great beyond. It sucks saying goodbye to a loved one. It sucks seeing the life of one who actually made the world a better place, suddenly gone. But here we are. It is what it is. And there’s nothing we can do to change that.
My alarm sounds. Gosh, how I hate that sound. A couple weeks ago, I changed the tune of my alarm to a new song that I really like. Now, my bleeding ears can hardly handle the misery of that accursed tune. I sigh. Another day of feeling exhausted. What's happening on my phone? Messages from work. My stocks are down. Another friend flaunting their vacation pics. I wish I could go on vacation.
The Worth and Wealth of an Idea
The doors to the street opened. The rush of traffic buzzed. Endless streams of honking, muffled by the shuffling sounds of city life. Tony reached into his pocket for his lighter. Lighting his cigarette, he let out a gut-wrenching sigh, staring up at the sky asking the proverbial, “Why me?”
The Wealth of the World
“Run Eli!” The small company fled frantically through the wooded grove. Twigs snapped and leaves brushed by as they desperately clawed at escape. Amidst the whooshing leaves around them came a similar, yet altogether distinct whooshing – arrows whisping narrowly passed each man before lodging itself into the oak trunks about them.