Rees Marshall
Bio
Aspiring short story writer.
Stories (3/0)
No Name Tim: Redemption
No Name Tim is lost. He has decided that everything has nothing. Everything has no meaning, no purpose, and no name. Has anything ever been? Of course it has. Everything has been but nothing has lived. To live is to experience. Experience had to remain with the one who experienced it. If you lose what you’ve gained, did you ever have it? Of course you have, you just don’t remember what it was like to once have it. Maybe that’s where living lies. Remembering is the key to living. Can No Name Tim remember? Maybe he doesn’t remember but he can tell what we will remember. He understands meaning. More importantly, he understands what’s meaningful to us.
By Rees Marshall6 years ago in Poets
No Name Tim: Origin
There once was a window who had no name, but we just called him No Named Tim. He is a very quiet window. No Name Tim is also very clean, for nobody comes to look outside of him and smudge their filthy fingers all over him. Tim is not dusty at all even though no one has ever seen anybody clean him. Maybe that’s because Tim is a new window, but he could be an old one. No one has really bothered to ask. I’m not quite sure if Tim knows how old he is.
By Rees Marshall6 years ago in Poets
The Weather Man
The weatherman’s life is always cloudy. He wakes up, brushes his teeth everyday so they look perfect on T.V., and fixes his hair to look just perfect. Once he gets to work, he doesn’t feel as perfect as he looks. The weatherman thinks of how he can just get through the day.
By Rees Marshall6 years ago in Poets