Tyler Philbrook
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Sleeping With Myself
Sleeping With Myself I’m still told the same bedtime stories I used to hear as a five-year-old - it’s the same voice too. I’m nineteen now. The stories told to me never helped me sleep, rather they kept me up all night. These tales lacked demons, princesses, heroes, or villains. Well, perhaps there was a hero and a villain but if I were to say that I would also have to admit that they were one and the same and I’m not ready to do that.
By Tyler Philbrook3 years ago in Psyche
The Day Private Parker Died
Hordes of shattered mortar shells ripped through the roof of Private Sullivan Parker’s hastily constructed burrow. The morning ambush had decimated Parker’s platoon. They had learned of it only an hour before. Parker had taken his combat shovel and a few precious belongings and stuffed them underneath the burrow for survivors to discover long after the war’s conclusion. He had stuffed sandbags on top of the precious hole to prevent anyone from stumbling upon it. He needn’t worry about that now. Everyone was dead.
By Tyler Philbrook3 years ago in Humans