Go Strongwill
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Key Lime Pie
Anderson is someone who was always able to recount the most minute details of his childhood. He can recall images of the family pet from when he was three years old. He remembers the color of the monkey bars at his pre-school and all the trivial car rides where he’d read the road signs as a way to test his mental fortitude. His grandparents would marvel at this child’s mini feat. The thing is, his mind was able to create symphonies. It allowed him to see cinematic images with his eyes closed. He could visualize things most could never imagine and he’d ultimately use that to escape a world that once constrained him.
By Go Strongwill3 years ago in Fiction
Kitchen Royale
At what point do you consider something to be a vice? Is it when someone repeats a habit so consistently; that missing it completely throws them off? Marlon has a serious vice. Every Friday, he leaves work ten minutes before closing just so that he can make it to the corner bakery. It’s a shoddy little hole in the wall that not many people notice. Even he accidentally fell into it. On the way out, he’s always caught with judgemental eyes but his hankering and addiction to confections overrides his sensibilities and his ability to feel guilt. In five minutes he’s able to reach the bakery. With it’s grey facade and dark tinted windows it perfectly conceals the pastry heaven on the inside. The hanging doorbell rings as he hustles in as if he’s reached refuge. No one is at the counter but Marlon isn’t phased. He inspects the display case. All the tarts glisten with their glazes, powdered pillows of dough are covered in powdered sugar like little bunnies all nestled together, and then there’s chocolates; too many to keep track of.
By Go Strongwill3 years ago in Fiction
The Siege
Many tools have been used over the ages in an attempt to track time. They increasingly became more sophisticated and least often would predict the coming of the end of times. History is now the keepsake of the old and sage. In this era where an individual’s lifespan could easily surpass 120 years, Earth’s history is successfully passed on through tales of old. However, years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds have become a relic only to be replaced by growing times and winters. It is said that a full 150 winters have passed since the siege occured that threw the world into archaism.
By Go Strongwill3 years ago in Fiction
Goals
University life can be overrated and underwhelming, simultaneously. Those cinematic frat parties turn out to be another wasted Friday, and every meal in the cafe becomes the same amalgamation of some brown stuff here and red stuff there. Danny had his fill.
By Go Strongwill3 years ago in Futurism
Lost in Service of Others
Selflessness was not something that came naturally to me as a child. I grew up in a rural area more poor than middle class. Selfless? There didn’t seem to be enough for me and my family. What did we have to give? I remembered the boxes with powdered milk and the donated Christmas gifts. Those Christmas gifts were a highlight though in all honesty even though along the way I was transformed into a proper grinch. When the gift receiving stopped, I stopped believing in the possible joy that could be felt during Christmas. I’d watch my mom making dishes and rationing out our food to give to people who were less fortunate, which at the time didn’t feel like a possibility. Homeless, drug addicted, abandoned folks all received the meals I felt we deserved to eat for tomorrow. It would bring me so much anger and impetuousness at the time. “Why are you helping these people who don’t want to help themselves?” It’s sobering to recall these words I’d muttered more than once throughout my childhood but I do believe in allowing ourselves some grace. I mean, that still was my macaroni and cheese.
By Go Strongwill3 years ago in Humans