Michael Trudeau
Bio
I am an aspiring author and poet. Years of struggling with mental health have created a well of emotion to be translated into written words. I hope to share my experiences through my writing to both enlighten and fulfill those who read it.
Stories (11/0)
Is this Love?
I am never one to pass on the chance to spend time alone with her, so of course I offered to drive her home. It's only a few minutes from my place, not quite far enough to be out of the way. At the show we talked, laughed, mingled. Our night of interconnected joy could easily be mistaken for intimacy. It was loud, our ears rang after only a moment. Despite the unrelenting atmosphere, we still managed to find a way to communicate with each other.
By Michael Trudeau8 months ago in Fiction
The Village
“Commander, the forward scouts report about fifty guards. There does not appear to be any other armed fighters.” The solider stands at the entrance to a large tent. In the middle of the tent is a table with a map laid out over it. A large man leans against the table examining the map as he listens to the soldier’s report. His skin is darkened from a lifetime under the harsh sun. The armor he wears is black with a seemingly random pattern of engravings. He pushes himself off the table and grabs his helmet resting next to the map. He turns to look at the solider, his voice is solid and carries far, “Good, tell General Kei to see me at once.”
By Michael Trudeau3 years ago in Fiction
Routes to Depression
Expectations are an unfortunate part of life. I am content with who I am, what I think, and how I am. I do not desire to be anyone else, yet I am still burdened by the expectations to be like others. The expectation to be successful, the expectation to have a girlfriend or a wife, the expectation of being mentally and personally and physically healthy. It is a weird tug of war between expectations and lack of desire to change. Depression lives in the gap between reality and expectations. There are two aspects to this, reality and expectations. I’ll start with expectation, as I think it is easier to tackle.
By Michael Trudeau3 years ago in Psyche
The Cave
The sun rises over the seemingly endless desert that stretches to the east. A small camp of a dozen soldiers sits a few miles from the Munbu Mountains. One of them is already awake, the leader of the small band. He sharpens his blade as soldiers begin to file out of their tents. They rummage around for their rations of food and begin to suit up their armor. There is little chatter, for they know what today brings.
By Michael Trudeau3 years ago in Fiction
