Sherman B. Mason
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Shades of Life
I couldn’t help but to only notice our differences. “I don’t understand why you are so desperate to get rid of her stuff!” I shouted at my dad. I could tell my face was turning red. I started heating up and trembling with anger. I stood looking at my father and his new wife Megan as they sat on the living room floor, picking through my mother’s things like they were at a garage sale. Folders and scratched-up CDs littered the area around them. The scent of burning wood in the fireplace couldn’t eclipse the stench of the old boxes that were brought down from the basement. Banker boxes and totes of God-knows-what lined the walls of the house. My mother seemed like a hoarder when I looked at the obstacles the mess created.
By Sherman B. Mason3 years ago in Fiction
Mind of Departure
My life as a whole could be described as difficult. These hardships consist of most categories of abuse, divorce, and addictions. These hardships led me down the road of creation. When I discovered that I could travel anywhere I wanted at any given moment, I decided from that day forward, I would never go back to the world that harmed me so much.
By Sherman B. Mason3 years ago in Journal
I Haven't The Foggiest
The knock on the door startled them both. After a quick exchange of glances, Roy rose from his armchair and opened the door to their home. The small box at the foot of the door laid alone. Roy looked around for any sight of a courier. The calm summer day showed no signs of anyone. He picked up the brown paper-wrapped box and shut the door, making sure to take another quick look for a driver.
By Sherman B. Mason3 years ago in Fiction
The Scars of Runaway Bay
The summer sun was just beginning to set as I finished the last of my makeup. Rays of diminishing sunlight were finally giving up and the air began to cool. The anxiousness of preparing myself took a moment to settle within me. I hadn’t felt that way in years. The feeling was coupled with an inherited sadness and caution. I recalled the times when my now ex-husband used to make me feel this way. I summoned the will to forget that for the time being and decided to take back the moment.
By Sherman B. Mason3 years ago in Fiction
Brother's Keeper
“There’s nothing here,” Brandon muttered. The hopelessness in his voice was heavy. The emptiness of the old barn was even heavier. Jake placed a hand on Brandon’s shoulder. The violent shaking felt like a vibration under the officer’s palm. “Let’s just take a look around. We could’ve missed something,” Jake suggested. Brandon snatched his shoulder away and walked toward the rear of the barn. The heated glare in his eye caught Jake off guard.
By Sherman B. Mason3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Song
“Are you really the one?” the guard asked. His voice was grittier than Melonie expected. Sounding full of dirt and dust. She contemplated not acknowledging him but saw no immediate victory in defiance. “Yes,” Melonie muttered softly, “It’s me.” The guard took a moment to look her over, not sure if he was more disgusted at her willingness to admit her crime or saddened that she had seemingly lost all hope. The Reset had taken everything. All electricity had been gone for years, but the humble roar of torch flames or candles was more evident that night. They seem to blend well with the musty basement Melonie was being held in.
By Sherman B. Mason3 years ago in Fiction