Zak Klapperich
Bio
I’m just out here trying to make pretty words for those who need a little escape. I write scripts, stories, and comics but lean hardest on the former at the moment. I’m quiet, a train wreck half the time, and hungry for a moment to matter.
Stories (3/0)
Eyes Like Night
173 hours and 14 minutes. I only bother with the cascade of time because I fear I am losing myself. Arithmetic at a metronome may keep my mind from plunging into madness. Or it will propel the fall. Lost in the cold, insanity might be a blessing. So I walk on, searching. The plains of ice taunt my soul with the illusion of infinity and blister my soles below.
By Zak Klapperich3 years ago in Fiction
Clockwork Disaster
When I was thirteen I fell off a roof and snapped my pelvic girdle into a few angry pieces. It wasn’t the worst time, but it was definitely a bad time. To top it off, I haven't had a good strike on a soccer ball since. One particularly abrasive summer in in Tennessee I found myself in a brawl at a small university close to the border. I was dragged away by my friends with a cracked orbital socket and bruised lungs. I was not aware one could bruise something so deep inside themselves. Something our body needs and protects with the best defenses evolution could muster against blunt force trauma. It hurt, but again, I healed. They say we always come back to whole after long enough. I always did.
By Zak Klapperich3 years ago in Psyche
