Tag: Fiction
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Desire
I feel the years peeling away, pages of a book opening for the first time, as memories rush in like a wave. I see it so clear and now I feel a strong desire. I wanted it then but I was too shy to touch you. It was there before my eyes but I stood…
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Late Night
I’m tired but awake. Alone and lonely. Depressed and anxious. Who am I? What defines me as me? Can I be more than what others may think of me? http://patreon.com/jason29171 Please read my writing on my Patreon and these sites: http://patreon.com/jason29171 https://www.wattpad.com/user/FJasonWhitaker https://fjasonwhitakerwriter.com/ GoFundMe: gf.me/u/zngibh gf.me/u/zngxxz Watch me Live each night on my Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCuZxvV2KZgC8nkSHYtUoAkQ…
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A
Bitter cold greeted me as I became aware that I was no longer in a dream. I move beneath the pile of blankets until I’m warm. For a moment I imagine remaining in my warm bed until it’s not so cold outside. I can feel the pull of dreams keeping me beneath the pile of…
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The Prelude…
The week is nearly over as the alarm clock wakes me once again. I can hear my boss and i’m still in bed trying to imagine life without this job. I get ready for the day like I do everyday, a step by step process done without much thought or variation. I wear basically the…
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Dark Places Imagined, Found
The bright lights of the fireworks exploding overhead light the path in front of me. I slowly walk away from the sounds of the crowds cheering towards a darkened woods. Is this where my story ends? I have no idea what I will do once I reach that place in this trail where I’ll be…
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Untitled New Story
I found myself on a Greyhound leaving the bright lights of the city for a place I’ve only heard about in stories. What brought about my exodus is another story. This is the story of how a gay boy went to live with his conservative grandparents. This is your warning: reading this story may result…
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Strange Dreams
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This Now…
I have been waiting for so long to tell you everything but at these times the words fail me somehow. If I could take back what I’ve done, reverse the years to spare you the tears, I would do anything to do it all again. I cannot pretend to understand having someone like me is…
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Gone
The house shakes with each gust of wind, the thunder echoing throughout the empty house, and I stare out into the dark wondering if I’ll ever see him again. It was a minor disagreement that led to him storming out of the house. I could have stopped him from leaving but part of me was…
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Short Stories
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Into the Woods
The embers of the fire glow as if alive. The fire is almost dead. Smoke rises in a few places. I sit on a log nearby watching. It’s late in the evening and I’m here alone watching a fire die out. The rest of the troop is elsewhere. Earlier in the night we scattered through…
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Once Upon a Memory
When I close my eyes I remember the beginning. The scars remain but so do the memories. I’m told that things will get better but memories are not as easy to heal. The lights are off in his house. I can hear the rest of his family asleep throughout the house. I’m sleeping on the…
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New Home
I stare into the sky as I wonder why things have come to this, alone on a bus heading to a stranger’s house, and I close my eyes to it all and I dream. In my dreams I have a family. In my dreams I’m not an outsider. I open my eyes to a harsh…
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Where We Once Walked…
The bus moves slowly through the town that I once called home. I’ve been sleeping since I left the place I was but now here I am uncertain of what’s next. I could say that moving back here was a part of a greater plan but when have I ever planned anything? The trees where…