A dream state in this story, such compassion expressed in so many ways. I could see this park and his rituals made him so real. Tormented by them to complete them daily in order to have a sustainable existence every night. Loved this story.
Can I just say, as a nightshift worker, I fully get this. Even the ghost stuff in it makes sense. There has been so many nights where I hear a noise and the response is that it's the ghost. Beautiful story!
I love this one. I think its the meeting of two very distinctly different paths or life experiences. Very different dharma but despite this, that which is not malicious is at least left alone if not honored... In some way it encapsulates the notion of fame and archetypes. Glad to be onboard man :)
My brother worked as a night security guard at a cemetery during his 30’s. Part time, supplementing his SSDI support. After pursuing a career as a rock and roll DJ or radio broadcaster. He would have rocked that world. Mental illness sidelined him from that pursuit. On a few very rare occasions he believed in his mind that our mother would try and hurt him, so she had to make sure possible weapons he might use to protect himself were safely secured. She knew he would never truly want to harm her, because he loved her deeply. But that is how the mind plays tricks sometimes. So, I get this story, deeply.
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Congrats on the growing number of readers and,especially, subscribers!
Once again, another excellent story.
Thanks for the read!
Thanks for being such an integral part of this. More than once your kind words kept me from smashing the laptop and going to work for Jeffy B
I really enjoy your stories, and writing!
Thanks. I really put a ton of effort in, daily. It thrills me when people appreciate them
Once again, the wonderful depth you bring to a character you created. Three peas...
When someone doesn't have a lot, they latch on to small things
Even if they have a lot, materially, those small things ground them, emotionally
Absolutely. There's a reason people related to Linus in Peanuts
Breathtaking story telling. I was immediately transported into this world and can still feel the night air around me. I’m reminded of lost loves?
Lost loves and lousy jobs. Though I was never a security guard
A dream state in this story, such compassion expressed in so many ways. I could see this park and his rituals made him so real. Tormented by them to complete them daily in order to have a sustainable existence every night. Loved this story.
Love when you love em
Damned good. I'm curious to see what else you have story-wise. I'll go searching.
I hope it's a fruitful search
I loved it
Makes me happy when you and other people crawl around the archive. Wish there was a better way to catalogue them.
Can I just say, as a nightshift worker, I fully get this. Even the ghost stuff in it makes sense. There has been so many nights where I hear a noise and the response is that it's the ghost. Beautiful story!
Thanks. Makes me happy when people who live the story in real life appreciate it.
I LOVE this one so much - somehow you told a whole love story right there in the middle of a lonely story.
It's weird when love stories tumble out of me
Not that weird. You’re full to the brim with love despite your mixed luck with romance.
Thank you. That sums it up beautifully.
I love this one. I think its the meeting of two very distinctly different paths or life experiences. Very different dharma but despite this, that which is not malicious is at least left alone if not honored... In some way it encapsulates the notion of fame and archetypes. Glad to be onboard man :)
Happy you like it. Tons to dig through. Posting tonight's in about a minute
My brother worked as a night security guard at a cemetery during his 30’s. Part time, supplementing his SSDI support. After pursuing a career as a rock and roll DJ or radio broadcaster. He would have rocked that world. Mental illness sidelined him from that pursuit. On a few very rare occasions he believed in his mind that our mother would try and hurt him, so she had to make sure possible weapons he might use to protect himself were safely secured. She knew he would never truly want to harm her, because he loved her deeply. But that is how the mind plays tricks sometimes. So, I get this story, deeply.
Mental illness is tough. And I do believe there is an energy out there we don't know about. Ghosts, apparitions, whatever you want to call it.