Robbie Nagle
Bio
Hey there. Welcome to my page. I have recently started walking out the path to writing my first novel. To allow myself other creative outlets, I’ll be using this to post some poetry and short stories that may or may not be in future novels.
Stories (40/0)
Cracked Eggs into Independence
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn’t put Humpty together again. A rhyme about an anthropomorphic egg cracking and not being able to be put back together, even with all the help in the world. I too would one day realize that cracking eggs would undo me and make me who I am today. Such is life. Sometimes the simplest of tasks have the greatest of impacts. The day I learned how to crack eggs would certainly leave a lasting mark on my life that could never be pieced back together.
By Robbie Nagleabout a year ago in Motivation
Romance in the Sky
“Welcome aboard, this is our nonstop flight from London to JFK. If you look forward as our attendants go over the safety features of the aircraft while we get prepared for takeoff…” the voice of the captain over head started to trail off as Josh put his earbuds in. A frequent flyer, he had heard this time and time again. This was just a normal flight for him and he just wanted to zone out and get some rest as he makes his way home. After his week long vacation overseas, it was time to try and sleep. He knew that he most likely wouldn’t but it was worth a try.
By Robbie Nagleabout a year ago in Fiction
Forest of Denial
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was that of a forest, covered in mist. This surely was not a feature on the website for the house, but it doesn’t seem to be real. I mean, obviously it couldn’t be real. It must be some sort of picture, but I could swear that the mist was moving. I must truly be stressed if I am seeing pictures move. Now that I look at it more, it really is an amazing piece. I am not sure what made the owner place it above the bathtub though. I rented this house to get away from all of the distractions for a weekend and just relax. The bathtub in this gothic style bathroom did catch my eye on the page, but I still don’t remember seeing this picture.
By Robbie Nagleabout a year ago in Fiction
True Self Staring Back
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Rather, it showed the truest version of myself. The self without the mask. The self that was hurting and broken. The self that finally no longer exists. It was not an easy journey and I was certainly afraid the entire time, but I now appreciate finding that mirror. It was in my father’s belongings that I obtained after his passing. Deep in the attic of his old farm house, I found some journals and this strange handheld mirror. It had a silver handle and frame, as well as red jewels around the frame.
By Robbie Nagleabout a year ago in Fiction