Letters - 4 / 15 Dear Dad
Dear Dad,
Repository for my random, mad writings, and occasional pieces of art. Whatever happens, happens.
Head for Analytics
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 14, 2019
Wednesday, May 1, 2019
Saturday, March 5, 2016
Musings - Son
Musings - Son
The greatest failing I have as a son, is that I cannot seem to make myself known to my father. I am an extension of an idea, an archaic concept, but not a human. I am this collection of synapses in error.
To him, I am not a being, but a thing.
The greatest failing I have as a son, is that I cannot seem to make myself known to my father. I am an extension of an idea, an archaic concept, but not a human. I am this collection of synapses in error.
To him, I am not a being, but a thing.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Navarre Island - Benedict's Letter to Despina
Navarre Island - Benedict's Letter to Despina
I had an assignment today to write different fictional pieces of writing that would fit into my campaign world. I wrote a letter from Benedict to his unborn daughter, Despina.
I had an assignment today to write different fictional pieces of writing that would fit into my campaign world. I wrote a letter from Benedict to his unborn daughter, Despina.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Life - On Birthdays
Life - On Birthdays
Once a year, pretty much every 365 days like clockwork, you get to celebrate for 24 hours the fact that you exist. It's kind of a peculiar little thing. You've not actually done anything of real significance to deserve it, other than having continued to consume food and air and just...well living.
Once a year, pretty much every 365 days like clockwork, you get to celebrate for 24 hours the fact that you exist. It's kind of a peculiar little thing. You've not actually done anything of real significance to deserve it, other than having continued to consume food and air and just...well living.
Monday, December 24, 2012
Life - Slowly Better
Life - Slowly Better
My niece, 8, today was playing around with a photo-booth arcade game, where it takes your picture and then you select boy or girl and it prints you out an ID card. She printed two, the boy one, she printed by accident and it's her photo next to a "Pro Skateboarder" ID. The girl one, she prints and shows me proudly. It doesn't say seamstress, or waitress, or homemaker, or secretary, or princess. It reads "CSI". The battle is being won folks, slowly, but surely.
My niece, 8, today was playing around with a photo-booth arcade game, where it takes your picture and then you select boy or girl and it prints you out an ID card. She printed two, the boy one, she printed by accident and it's her photo next to a "Pro Skateboarder" ID. The girl one, she prints and shows me proudly. It doesn't say seamstress, or waitress, or homemaker, or secretary, or princess. It reads "CSI". The battle is being won folks, slowly, but surely.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)