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Dear Sandra
I’m writing to you from my prison cell. They convicted me yesterday of not earning GlobeTech enough money, and the private militia barged into my office and arrested me. They have sentenced me to death. As you know, I cannot plead my case because of my agreement with the corporation when I started working for… Continue reading
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Dear Rebecca
You do not exist, and I’m reaching a stage in my life where I’m wondering if I do. Not in a bizarre new-age sense of self-deaths and non-being-being that engenders ‘deep spiritual growth and gives one a blue-tinged halo of serenity’, but in the sense that I’m inching forward each day, charting a meandering course… Continue reading
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On Art
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls. – Pablo Picasso Dear writer, As I write this, the sun sets, bathing the city with purple melancholia. There’s an ashy wren-warbler sitting on a branch outside my window. Gentle nuances of grey and brown, cover most of his back, and… Continue reading
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Hey
I haven’t heard from you in months. I hope you’re well and only wish the best for you. You foxtrotted into my life, burning brightly and setting the dance floor of my fate on fire. You changed things; introduced me to Jeff VanderMeer and Anne Rice; imprinted your word on my heart, and then left,… Continue reading
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Threnody
Dear Maria, I saw you standing outside Green Theory yesterday. You were on your phone, and though a part of me wanted to cross the street and say, “Hi,” I refrained. I walked away, nervousness encircling the pit of my stomach, hoping you wouldn’t see me. If you did, would you have stepped up to… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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