narrative nonfiction
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On attending a cult meeting and other musings
It was a dark and stormy night. I know that’s a terrible, clichéd way to begin a story, but it was, and even if it wasn’t, I promise to be a reliable narrator for the rest of the tale, as long as you exclude the lyrical flourishes and figurative embellishments because what would a story… Continue reading
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Letting Go
You don’t know why your father tossed you in an all-boys school. Maybe he didn’t want you chasing skirts, and wanted you disciplined and focused on your studies — solving those quadratic equations, and possessing an advanced knowledge of thermodynamics. He keeps saying he was hard on you because he believed you’d make it into… Continue reading
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Branching out
A friend once told me that his sorrow owed him something. I believed him then, but no longer do. The only thing my depression owes me is to stay far away from me, never nudging me to explore the darker places within — those desert spaces where the humidity kills and an umbra of madness… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff. You’ll find his other blog here.
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