Michael Halloran
Bio
Educator. Writer. Appleman.
Stories (28/0)
Beautiful Women
‘Beautiful women need to be made love to. Frequently’, he reflected. Dr. John Smith then placed his gigantic, tanned hands on the dry-stone wall and hoisted himself over in one smooth leap. He paused on the manicured lawn and adjusted his kaftan. He shaped his tangled grey hair back into a ponytail. His movements were unhurried but practiced.
By Michael Halloran2 years ago in Fiction
The Procrastinator (Part 1)
I scrutinize the mirror as I run the razor carefully through the foam on my face. It is a face which I’m extremely familiar with. A face that has evolved to what it is today through a combination of genetics and life experience. A face that I, of all people, cannot be objective about.
By Michael Halloran2 years ago in Motivation
Utterly Pointless
It struck him that life was utterly pointless as he looked over the precipice. The view before him, however, was magnificent. He let his gaze wander slowly over what was truly a panoramic scene, a deep and wide valley with rolling hills in the distance, a valley shot with shades of blues, greens, browns, and reds. The sunlight glinted off a snakelike river slithering its way along the knuckled bottom of the valley far below him.
By Michael Halloran2 years ago in Motivation