Mental Sweat
Bio
I travel the world and learn, I watch things and make notes. Tune in for content.
Stories (8/0)
SFS 7: The Heart's Long Thaw
SFS 7: The Heart's Long Thaw I had a friend who passed away. I was close to that friend and helped clean up all the possessions left behind. While rummaging, an envelope featuring a unique seal surfaced, and after investigation a short letter emerged from within. Perhaps my deceased friend is the author, for the script approximately matches his—but with a faded ink necessitating uncertainty. But to whom the letter may have been addressed, this puzzles me and everyone else who knew the deceased in our town.
By Mental Sweat3 years ago in Fiction
The Kai
The Kai Beach towns like this one always have a few of what my friends and I used to call “kais.” I’m not sure where the term comes from, but a kai is the type of person who from whatever series of choices/occurrences came to be homeless, or nearly homeless, but lives a decent life because of mild, coastal weather. Kais are also mild in demeanor, and friendly if not partially insane. The younger ones might surf, but the older ones are too beaten up by the roughness of life outside to do much physically demanding activity.
By Mental Sweat3 years ago in Fiction
The Bull Spirit
A bull spirit told me a story, after catching me on a dusty street at the top of a coastal hill near the equator. A dark, lumbering, four legged creature which jumped teasingly in play embodied the spirit. We met on an empty, massive beach around sundown. I laughed at the creature’s liveliness and patted its head as it chased after me.
By Mental Sweat3 years ago in Journal
My Little Marigold
My Little Marigold Little marigold, how beautiful you are with vibrant petals and enchanting textures. Every time you catch my eye, I journey through wispy clouds of spring scents which cover me with a cool moisture that nurtures my skin with a love of a powerful, gentle sun.
By Mental Sweat3 years ago in Poets
The Brown Paper Bomb
The Brown Paper Bomb They sent me in to investigate a lonely brown parcel in the airport. A lady reported the package, then a man reported it, then a child looked at it and screamed and soon the whole entire airport was in an uproar about the brown paper parcel.
By Mental Sweat3 years ago in Journal
The Glass Wall
Everyday I trudge to work past a window shielding one slice of chocolate cake from the world. I am always dirty, tired, and overburdened by equipment, but the slice of cake reminds me of a haven somewhere lush and green. The glass window is smudged at the level of a child’s face and hands, and the cake sits atop a crystal cake platter with a long neck so that every side of the slice but the back is visible.
By Mental Sweat3 years ago in Humans
Barned In
Barned In A dull cold biting my ears and nose awoke me this morning. I feel a great pressure on my abdomen and I feel absent. In last night’s snow storm I took refuge in a barn; now the doors seem locked, the windows boarded up, and light only comes from a hole in the roof directly above me. Maybe I could climb through the hole, but no. The only path is up a ladder to the loft, a daring jump to rafter one, and then three slightly less daring jumps to subsequent rafters. Even if I made it to the hole, the answer of how to safely drop thirty feet down haunts me. Looks like I am stuck for now.
By Mental Sweat3 years ago in Fiction
The Optimistic Cynic
Take this story with a grain of salt, as a truth no one particularly cares about, as a story from the desk of a certified madman. I found this short transcript while rummaging through an estate sale, an old, crumpled, unsent letter to a soul unknown. Take it seriously, if you want. Enjoy.
By Mental Sweat3 years ago in Psyche
