I remember our first family computer as a mauve, clunky, fascinating piece of machinery with a pixilated Windows logo on the screen. And on the other side of that screen was a world of opportunity limited only by imagination. My father would show me this world, a world he learned the language of by teachingContinue reading “Type”
Category Archives: creative nonfiction
Class of 2020
When I graduated from high school, my mother, father, and middle school aged brother and sister sat in the bleachers and cheered. They got pictures, clapped when the principal announced my name, and hugged me after the ceremony was over. When my brother graduated from high school, I travelled from 1,500 miles away to sitContinue reading “Class of 2020”
She, We, Her, Me
She lit the entire room like a sun with all its warmth, and the same gravitational pull. She brought the rain, the wind, the life to my world. All it took were a few words. “I’m writing, too.” Before I knew it, the characters we had in our heads were playing together. We made newContinue reading “She, We, Her, Me”
No Peace
Being in a mass shooting event is one of my greatest fears. Saying that, most normal people don’t hope to be targeted by a shooter or claim to thrive in that situation. What I mean is that when I worked in a grocery store alongside my girlfriend, we had a plan for what we wouldContinue reading “No Peace”
Garnet
I missed half of the Steven Universe season one finale because I was being yelled at.
How I Met Her
“Do you know the gay girl that works in Hy-Vee?” My coworker, Kerrie, asks me this late in our graveyard shift. Eleven hours left. I’ve barely been awake long enough to give her a proper answer. “Not all gay people know each other,” I reply, half snark, half patience. Kerrie shrugs but still eyes meContinue reading “How I Met Her”
Test Cat
In 2011, Osama Bin Laden was killed, HBO debuted “Game of Thrones,” Japan was hit with a massive tsunami, Meryl Streep won an Oscar, and the world population reached 7 billion. It was also the year I graduated high school and got my first job as a sales representative for Cutco Cutlery, a subdivision ofContinue reading “Test Cat”
Road Trip
Headlights paint the strip of road stretching endlessly before and behind the red chevy. I pull my hand across my heavy eyes. Don’t look at the clock. It’s not been as long as you think. A pained glance at the digital dashboard. 3:42 am. 1,000 miles from home. 500 to get home. My travelling companions slumber inContinue reading “Road Trip”
Reignited
The Xbox controller sits comfortably in my hands. I am snuggled into the corner of the couch where the armrest meets the backrest of our new-pre-owned couch, blue with small white dots that doesn’t smell like us quite yet, legs mostly tucked under me. I’ve got my glass of ice water and my girlfriend hasContinue reading “Reignited”
ekdwriter.com 