This platform has been my home for over two years straight.
And ‘Molly Maguire’ has been my identity throughout.
But now I have transcended that pen name and that’s why I decided to retire it.
From this moment on, I will be writing under my own name.
I don’t know about the specifics yet but I’m sure we’ll figure that out eventually.
Thank you all for the crazy amount of claps, reads and comments. They mean the world to me.
I could have never done this without you, my readers. I’m going to look back with love and gratitude on this chapter of my journey.
Our lives will never be the same.
PS. You can always contact me on mollymaguire1877[at]protonmail.com for a chat or a poke.
‘Do you have the guts to end it all right here, right now?’
The old man stared at the young man, almost begging him for some relief.
The young man stayed quiet. He just motioned the other to come down from the ledge.
The old man wouldn’t budge though.
And the young man, well, he kept his cool.
Although talking people off the ledge was basically his job description, not a lot of people jumped off ledges anymore.
These days the number one method of ending it all was taking legally prescribed sleeping pills.
The old man was still staring…
Everything she wore was black.
Her clothes, her makeup, even her nails were painted black.
In fact, the only reason I even noticed her at all, was because of her black toenails. That and her ever present cigarette.
She smoked all the time.
I didn’t know anything else about her.
Except for the fact that she would spend her lunch break every day sitting on the same bench in the same park.
A park that was near my place and next to my favorite grocery store.
Crossing that park was probably not the shortest way to the grocery store, but…
‘Why are you such a pussy?’
The man who had uttered these words was staring me straight in the face, his gaze severe and unyielding.
The general never flinches.
We all knew that.
His real name was Addison Brisbane Carmack, or ABC to his few friends, but the three of us simply called him the general.
Behind his back of course.
We were low paid interns with one foot out the door in the best of days, calling him ‘general’ to his face would have been outright suicidal.
In fact, we even had to address him as ‘Sir’, because the…
‘Some guys can’t handle Vegas.’
That’s what the huge security guard told my friend after throwing my drunk ass out on the street.
I had been involved in a massive fight at an MGM nightclub during the wee hours of the morning.
In fact, I might have even instigated the whole thing.
Believe me, I was surely capable of that back then.
That night marked the low point of my first ever trip to Las Vegas.
A trip that started innocently enough though.
I had begun playing poker in college a couple of years earlier and considered myself…
My parents turned around and waved one last time.
And just like that, they were gone.
From now on, I would be on my own.
None of this had been my idea at all, to be honest. Both my parents thought it would be a good idea to send me to a one month summer-camp.
They thought it would toughen me up.
And they desperately wanted me to toughen up.
I was thirteen, without friends and was spending all my free time indoors, reading books.
So looking back, I get why they thought sending me to that summer-camp was a…
I don’t know exactly when the biggest secret was finally revealed to me.
Those details are lost in the fog of time.
A fog so dense that only a handful of memories managed to outrun it. And those few memories are now etched in my brain forever.
Among them, my first and last cigarette, my first and last beer and even my first line of coke.
Luckily, also my last one.
Oops, that got too dark too fast.
Let’s back up a bit.
It’s crazy that those are the memories that will outlast all others.
I almost forgot how both…
‘What if there’s nothing special about being rich???’
That’s my only journal entry on 11/11/17.
I netted 10k that day and, all in all, I would make a little over 100k that month.
Don’t think that the money made me happy though.
In fact, it made things even worse for me because I could no longer blame my misery on being poor.
I was running out of hiding places.
That month had to be a turning point because money would no longer be an issue for me.
Or so I thought.
Until then, I was obsessed by chasing easy money.
I was walking home, when I heard a muffled scream in the darkness.
Barely ten minutes ago, I had been at a bar partying with my sister and her friends.
The occasion was my sister’s birthday.
But we didn’t need an official reason to party back in those days. It being Saturday night would have done the trick.
It was also the end of the exam period for most of us. That’s why we had been drinking even more than usual.
There was no shortage of tequila and for some reason, that always leads to karaoke in our gang.
I have been struggling the last few days.
The struggle really started when I decided to switch from daily writing to long form writing.
Not that daily writing was a walk in the park to begin with.
Especially when I started out, writing every day was excruciating.
The thought of having to sit down and coming up with 600 words or more from scratch, would often ruin my whole day.
And I would always delay my agony by looking up random statistics on Wikipedia, watch YouTube and stare out of the window.
Sometimes even all three things at once.
Investor. Trader. Writer.