Vincent Cotroneo
Stories (6/0)
My Deer Firefly
I am a lonely firefly. Soaring and lighting my way through the night. I come to find myself on the trail, no actually I believe it to be the tail. The tail of a deer prancing through the wheat, against the cool evening breeze. His tail looked rather soft, almost like a flower bed. I made my way around, but the strangest thing occurred. He in fact then happened to slow down. He started walking beside me. Which was odd and means he looked right through me.
By Vincent Cotroneo3 years ago in Families
Vices
A fierce hurricane trapped two writers within the confines of a cabin in the middle of the woods. What was meant to be a weekend retreat spiraled into seven days of Hell. The rains have yet to cease. The winds howled while the thunder pounded the walls of their feeble sanctuary. Productivity wasn’t even an option, deadlines weren’t the slightest thought.
By Vincent Cotroneo3 years ago in Psyche
Outborn the Unborn
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By Vincent Cotroneo3 years ago in Futurism
I Saw a Ghost
I’ve been having this problem over the past few years. Trying to decipher one reality from another. I’m sure there’s a more sophisticated diagnosis that can help me figure it out. But I’d rather not venture into the psychological and medical side. The imagination is boundless and is grounded by one’s passion. To take away someone’s imagination is to take away their drive to see with more than just the eye. The greatest gift of all is for us to be able to express our own individuality. The true nature of the human spirit is being able to share our senses with the world. If I see something, I can describe it, draw it, write about it. If I heard or felt something, I could tell you about the sound it made or what it felt like when it hit my skin. By doing so, we both can share in the same experience through the mind’s eye. With all that said, I’d like to tell you about the time I saw a ghost… and his name was Miles.
By Vincent Cotroneo3 years ago in Wander