Ryan Frawley
Bio
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Novelist, entomologist and cat owner. Ryan Frawley is the author of many articles and stories and one novel, Scar, available from online bookstores everywhere.
Stories (52/0)
Rodney DeCroo: Old Tenement Man
For a non-believer, one of the strangest stories in the Bible has to be that of Jacob wrestling with God. For those who aren’t familiar with the story, God, interestingly, lost the fight, but was able to dislocate Jacob’s hip, causing Jacob to limp for the rest of his life. What doesn’t kill you doesn’t necessarily make you stronger. Some wounds last forever, and for those who have been deeply scarred, healing is the work of a lifetime.
By Ryan Frawley6 years ago in Beat
Adventures in the Infinite Library
I happen to be one of those people who thinks that there’s a Jorge Luis Borges story for everyone. I don’t believe in soulmates, or fate, or some mysterious ethereal force that wants you to find The One. But I do believe everyone can find something to like in the works of the great Argentinian writer.
By Ryan Frawley6 years ago in Futurism
The Last Cigarette
The bus driver is smoking. There are no passengers on the bus; it’s not scheduled to leave for another ten minutes. The window is open beside him, the smoke curling in the warm breeze. It’s not even eight in the morning, and already the sun is pounding the cracked dirt and hot asphalt, the sky as fiercely blue as it was yesterday, as it will be tomorrow. Yesterday, a fire swept over the hills, visible from our neighbour’s patio, and we watched planes buzz overhead, dropping precious water in bright curtains while the tiny figures of men in orange jackets struggled with heavy hoses.
By Ryan Frawley6 years ago in Wander
Rome Alone
No one finds themselves. That’s not why we travel. You’re right there, where you always were. But sometimes a foreign sun can show you to yourself in a different light, the veins of quartz that shine in the flashlight’s blue beam as we make our way through the cave. To see yourself through the eyes of a stranger, even for half a second, is to confront an enigma.
By Ryan Frawley6 years ago in Wander
