There is a story in everything we do. The arrangement of furniture in our living rooms, the color scheme in our bedrooms, the jobs we hold, the people we love or hate… We have reasons behind our actions, and those reasons are stories. Sometimes we do things without a reason, and those are stories too. The remnants of these tales are everywhere: the single shoe on the side of the road, the marks someone made in concrete while it was still wet, the pair of crutches stored in a closet.

I don’t know the stories behind these testaments, but I can pay them homage with my imagination.

Please note: Most of these posts will be (relatively) unpolished fiction. Some will be complete “flash fiction,” some may be incomplete snippets of ideas, and some of the posts will be musings on how our perceptions shape what we think about this world and the people in it.


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