By Mike Rieder
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Devin watches his grandmother look around the patio. She has lost interest in the cribbage game while the withering daylilies in the garden to her left, long past their day of bloom, capture her attention. Sharing his grandmother’s disinterest, Devin would prefer finishing this game early…
By Mike Rieder
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.”
“I honestly can’t remember the last time I confessed. I think I was 10, so I guess 15 years ago.”
“Jeez, I actually haven’t even like generally interacted with a priest in 15 years either.”
“I never really understood why…
By Mike Rieder
I just need to get some sleep. It has been weeks since she left. I shouldn’t care anymore. Well, at least I don’t want to care anymore. I do feel it’s dramatic to still be losing sleep over it. Although, I never really sleep well in the…
By Mike
“Come to bed, dear,” she says delicately finishing her sentence with a yawn.
“I will soon,” he responds.
“Is something bothering you?”
“Why do you always assume something is bothering me?”
“Because something is usually bothering you when you act like this,” she states with a subtle smirk.
…
Dear,
I am writing to you because I feel as though you deserve an explanation. It may have seemed sudden, but it has been a long time coming. There was no other option. I want to blame you for what happened, but I can only blame myself. I don’t know…
By Mike
A: I did it.
B: Did what?
A: I killed him.
B: Sorry, what?
A: I killed him then buried the body. That’s why I’m so dirty right now.
B: Hmm?
A: I killed him. He’s dead. Very dead.
B: Oh yeah?
A: Yep I took your advice…
By Mike
I romanticize the idea of giving it all up. I could quit the life I have now, sell all my unnecessary belongings, and hit the road. The hollow promises of the American dream would no longer have a strong hold on my state of mind. I wouldn’t have…
By Mike
I turned my hobby into a career and I constantly question if I made the wrong decision. I fell in love with music when I was a kid; now I’m the type of person that is embarrassed to say, “fell in love with music”. I started playing guitar…
By Mike
When I was in middle school, I was a germaphobe. I learned this because in seventh grade I was told that washing your shins with soap and water in the public bathroom — due to the urine ricochet from the urinal — was pretty fucking weird. There is…
