In the moments before sleep stole him away, he would always resolve to do better tomorrow. Every night, or often early morning, he told himself that he would go to sleep earlier, wake up with the sun, and carpe some diem. Sometimes he even fantasized about going for a run or quitting smoking the next … Continue reading Another Day
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The Pillow of Ambition
By: Ben Bielert Casing stuffed to burstingwith glass shards and kerosenecotton covered hand grenadefilled with broken dreams. Each jagged, broken piecepicked up with shaking handssweat pooling on the browfrom the world's demands. The lines have been drawnin this war of attritionnever slumber partywith the pillow of ambition. © Benjamin Bielert, all rights reserved
The Day You Left
By: Ben Bielert I wasn’t that old on the day you left. Just a 7-year-old girl with scabby knees and tears streaming down my cheeks. I watched your car crawl away on the bumpy gravel driveway, the crunching sound under those bald tires seemed to never end. I might have been able to catch you, … Continue reading The Day You Left
The Xenoflora Spell
When it arrived, Aaron didn’t see anything, it all happened too quickly. Shooting out of the sky, faster than a bullet, it narrowly missed him and his dog, Chase. The air heated up instantly. The cool air of that early autumn evening became so hot that he had to step back as though he had … Continue reading The Xenoflora Spell
Choosing Life: a William Morgan Story
By: Ben Bielert “You’re hard to track down,” Angela said, surprising me as she emerged from the shadows. I wasn’t easy to sneak up on either, so my surprise was intermingled with admiration. “I don’t like to sit still,” I told her. “What are you doing here, Angie?” “Not happy to see your offspring?” She … Continue reading Choosing Life: a William Morgan Story
Talking to Myself
By: Ben Bielert It’s a drizzly, miserable, cold fall day, which has completely screwed my usual routine. Lately, I’ve been writing in the park, risking the possibility that a member of my city’s growing homeless population will try to steal my shitty 5-year-old laptop and pawn it for the $40 that it’s likely worth so … Continue reading Talking to Myself
Seeding the Red
By: Ben Bielert I raced along the rusty landscape, kicking up a cloud of orange dust as I went. The swirling trail threatened to catch me whenever I stopped to bury a bio-orb in the thin, sandy soil. The sun overhead was weak and cold, and there were only the slightest wisps of cloud. The … Continue reading Seeding the Red
The Time Dilemma: How Should We Fill Our Limited Days?
By: Benjamin BielertEvery day, it ticks away. We waste more of it than we care to talk about. We spend an inordinate amount of it on jobs, on relationships, and in situations that don't serve us. We have a finite amount, and although certain habits can increase it, they also often spend it. I'm talking … Continue reading The Time Dilemma: How Should We Fill Our Limited Days?
Nightly Prayer
By: Ben Bielert Now I lay me down to sleep,I pray in this world my soul I keep.That they won't chop it uppackage and commodify,that I may still have lifebehind my eyes.
Dalleena’s Dilemma
Dalleena is on an urgent mission to save her people when she faces a difficult choice. What will she choose?
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