Variations on an original short story, by Benjamin Pritchard Originally Written October, 2019 Part 1 The unwavering high ideals of Ivan, a man who lived in a sewer Thought deformed, blind in one eye, and having a severe hunchback, the man some called Ivan definitely considered himself someone who knew what beauty was. How long he’d lived in
Nightfall. Alone on the trails. Running, lost in thought and the rhythm of my own body. Out of nowhere, blinding pain. A screech. Something attacking, hitting my head. I am stunned. Not sure. Brain racing. What just happened? Did that really just happen? I am in shock. It happens again. Something swooping down. Claws! Claws in my
The River at Dusk, an original Poem by Benjamin Pritchard i wonder, sometimes, what it is that connect us,to who we used to be,other thanfragile memory,often rewrittenor willfully forgot.was it me — or someone else —who was here before?i think i am me now.but i probably thought so then too.so what connects those me’s i
topsy turvy, upside down, inside out, and backwords. beaten up, broken down, undernourished, and over fed. overweight, out of shape, unaware? don’t care! head down, eyes closed, over worked, and underpaid. manipulated, lied to, used, abused, and discarded. It all just seems so gross, rude, uncalled-for and stupid.