NotWadeMalone

I. The name was Samuel. It isn’t necessarily an uncommon name. The only problem he has with the name is that he hears it everywhere he goes. The name is constantly whispered in his ears. He could be walking down an empty street with nothing around but the rustling of leaves. He could be in a stationary position staring at what might as well be a blank screen at his stereotypically boring day job accompanied only by the humble murmur of the computer and distant office chatter. But, the name was whispered in his ear everywhere. Not nonstop or even all at once actually. However, it was constant. It all started with a night he doesn

Navigating the human mind is difficult. “Hey, so do you wanna hang out tomorrow?” Expressing the frustration of this difficult navigation, even more so. “Oh, you’re busy? N-no, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. How about this weekend or the next?” It’s not that everything is difficult to comprehend. It’s possible that while some things are easier to understand and comprehend, they just might be challenging to fully contain within your mental stability. “It’s okay! Some other time, maybe.” Rejection, for example. “Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?” Cros

“Mom?” “What is it my dear?” The shadows flickering from the flames presented more movement than their live counterparts. The obscure collective crowded around the stage, spectating with stoic fashion. The living statues would vary in shape and size, but the garments they wore all carried the same design. These cloaks were dark as the midnight that surrounded the pasture they stood in, the black being only interrupted by the light given off by the embers on the stage in the middle. The masks they dawned all shared the same expressionless face, resembling that of owls. The masks, painted a pure white tainted by black

The name was Samuel. It isn’t necessarily an uncommon name. The only problem he has with the name is that he hears it everywhere he goes. The name is constantly whispered in his ears. He could be walking down an empty street with nothing around but the rustling of leaves. He could be in a stationary position staring at what might as well be a blank screen at his stereotypically boring day job accompanied only by the humble murmur of the computer and distant office chatter. But, the name was whispered in his ear everywhere. Not nonstop or even all at once actually. However, it was constant. It all started with a night he doesn’