Tag: short story

• Sam Saw It Too

  “Good morning, I hope this email finds you well. You must understand I feel the obligation to report anything out of the ordinary. There’s a young girl who expends a great deal of energy trying to go unnoticed. She moved into the building, maybe it’s been a year and a half, and probably would have…

  G. Pearson

  October 3, 2021

  Fiction, Writing

  animals, daily writing, emotional, hero, heroism, life and death, memories, memory loss, neighborhood watch, pets, POV, short story, third person, valiant knight, writing prompt

• Unloving Love

  

  Today, I’m at the freehand on Ohio (19 E), feeling fortunate that I can leave then to somewhere to sleep the same night then to my need to rush the gauntlet where people (are meant to) battle to meet (but ultimately fall short of) my lofty expectations then to: negative ruminations behind and a mind…

  G. Pearson

  April 7, 2021

  creative nonfiction, Poetry, Writing

  aging, art, breakup, creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, dreams, drinking, emotional, escapism, free form poetry, freehand, gpoy, hostel, hotel, life lessons, life of a writer, loneliness, Micro Poetry, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, runaway, short story, social distance, Writing

• The Truth of The Spare Tire

  What do I have a spare tire for? I don’t even know how to drive. I told my friend I didn’t have friends and he agreed. I wanted to meet new people, but then I couldn’t find any good reason I’d leave my place to meet people.

  G. Pearson

  February 28, 2021

  Poetry, Writing

  creative nonfiction, Daily Poetry, daily writing, depression, drinking, emotional, free form poetry, gpoy, Hiatus, life of a writer, loneliness, memories, Micro Poetry, mood, pandemic, Poem Of The Day, Poetry, questions, self-help, short story, social distance, tumblr, Writing

• May Not be Art At All

  So many other projects and skyward goals laid themselves out to him, but he could not bear to surpass them. He hadn’t wanted to surpass. But the life of a saboteur chose him. He was built to consider only himself–support only himself. Humanize no one. Instead, I looked to finding ways of believing the dream…

  G. Pearson

  December 28, 2020

  Writing

  art, belief, dreams, laziness, perspective, premonition, short story, sloth, superstition, visibility, warning, wine reading

• The Few Bushes on Fire

  Had I known there would be arguing, I would have stayed indoors. To be fair, it hadn’t quite been sanctioned by the governor for us to be out at all. At least not in our state. All uncovered and in close quarterers, seeking answers. Arizona was still practicing a far from heroic form of social…

  G. Pearson

  July 8, 2020

  Writing

  Arizona, arson, bilingual, Chicago peace, coverup, covid, covid 19, creative nonfiction, desert horticulture, emergency, fire, mister Lincoln, natural disaster, nature, news clippings, pandemic, Phoenix, PSA, roses, short story, social distance, southwest, state of emergency

• Sandsuckers

  In the morning they installed 100% California Bluegrass. Avalon made people around her vindictive and impatient when she wasn’t trying to. To them, she was obtrusive in sight and impossible to get out of their heads. So the night before, when they thought no one could find them for being so dark, I saw with…

  G. Pearson

  June 20, 2020

  Writing

  agriculture, Christian writing, creative nonfiction, daily writing, home improvement, landscaping, life lessons, life of a writer, questions, real estate, short story, social distance, Writing