Life is a Wall

22 May

Life is a wall.


It’s a wall that’s huge, impossibly tall and wide, made of the hardest stone, so we have to climb it to get over it.


When we start climbing, it’s easy. Simple. It’s fun, even enjoyable. The surface is smooth. The footholds are strong and well-defined.


But as we climb, the going gets rougher. Smooth surfaces become hard and rough. The footholds grow fewer and fewer. We become tired, our muscles aching. We wish that we could stop.


Some of us let go of the wall at that point, and fall back to earth.


But others… others keep climbing. We keep climbing, though our arms and legs are tired, though our hands become worn and ragged and bloodied, though the air grows thin.


We keep climbing. Scaling the wall.


Because every once in a while, as we ascend, we see the stone of the wall thin out and become transparent as glass, and in those moments we can see the other side.


The ones who go on climbing grow more tired. Our bodies ache, our muscles wither. The air grows cold. And as the ascent continues, the stone becomes rougher than ever, and the footholds disappear. Each inch up the wall becomes a struggle.


But each inch also brings us closer to the top. To the other side that we can see as the wall slowly becomes thinner and more transparent.


And sometimes, we lose our grip, and slide back down the wall… some of us stop then.


Others take a rest, and then climb back up again.


And those few of us who reach the top, exhausted and broken but triumphant… they’re the ones with the clearest view of the other side.


[Originally posted on my page on The Daily Kos]



21 Dec




When the end of the world came, I’m ashamed to admit that I slept through it.

Yeah, that’s right. Go ahead and laugh it up. All my friends used to tell me that I sleep like a dead man, and that nothing short of an air horn in the ear can get me out of bed. So, as it happened, I spent the night cramming for a Physics final, and when I finally finished I just passed out, face-down on my mattress.

If I had known that would be my last night on Earth, I probably wouldn’t have bothered. Hell, I would have tossed my textbooks out the window and gone down with my friends to Honeycutt’s Bar on Fifth Street to get hammered. Or maybe withdraw my savings account and hire a really expensive hooker.

But, no. Austin Proud, nerd extraordinaire, had to pass out after pulling an all-nighter and miss the grand finale. “You have to study hard,” my mother always told me. “You’ll have time to party later.” Shows how much she knows, because now she’s gone, along with my textbooks, Honeycutt’s Bar, Fifth Street, my college, my state, and everything else for that matter. If my friends knew what I had been doing during Earth’s final hours, I’m sure they would have never let me hear the end of it.

So there you have it. Austin Proud missed Armageddon due to a Physics test.

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16 Dec


A terrible short story about terrible short stories, by BHS

It was a dark and stormy night.

            Protagonist fumed to himself as he stomped down the streets of the city of Setting, grasping his umbrella tightly. Didn’t the Author just have to start him off with the most cliché opening line in history? That alone was enough to put him in a bad mood… the first bad mood of his so-far very brief existence. His temperament did not improve as he further considered his position. Who was he, really? Where was Setting? Where did the umbrella come from? He didn’t know; he had only been created several sentences ago. All he had were his clothes, his raincoat, the umbrella, and some vague sense that there was a plot device coming up soon. Until then, he would just have to follow the Author’s direction. Realizing this did nothing to improve his mood.

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