The Mormon practice of using a living person as proxy for baptising dead people into the Mormon church is baptisms for the dead. It was a very strange and creepy experience for me at 12 years old. From the Bishop's freaky questions to the actual dunking itself, this is my little story.
A short poem dealing with relationships, commitment, and yearning emotions.
This is no article on how to get over writer's block. In fact, it is a short story of sorts about losing to it. This is a little window into my mind when I would think of battling writer's block.
Some people do not take being humbled with humility. Some people swallow their pride and anger only to serve it back many years later, ice cold. Revenge is a dish best served cold.
The fateful Battle of Stamford bridge between King Harold Godwinson of England and King Harald Hardrada of Norway, which precipitated the Battle of Hastings in 1066. One solitary viking warrior stood on a bridge and killed 40 Saxons by himself.
Everyone knows something which scares them. Sometimes it is something that elicits only a small stab of fear in the belly. Sometimes it is someting which terrifies them such as death.
What happens when you die? I have been dead and seen what life should not be about. Not a story about the afterlife, but a story about life.
We all have had that one relationship that was almost too passionate, too grounded in the physical and superficial feelings while you keep deep emotions locked away safely inside....
Everyone has a story of their life, of their youth. Here is a story of two girls, Claire and Presley, and a boy Jimmy, three kids and the beginning of a journey traveling and train hopping which will change each of them forever.
Sometimes you can become so centered on yourself, you don't see the pain inside someone close to you.
The ebb and flow of a drunken party, the shallow, frivolous emotions, and absence of accountability that results.
How fine is the line between fantasy and reality? What happens when that line snaps...