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And Then There Were Six
I have tried to play golf. I think I gave it a fair effort throughout Middle School and into High School. After hitting a scuba diver with my ball off the tee box (Yes, that really happened, and I still feel awful about it), I saw the writing on the wall and found a new…
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The New Nintendo Console
So, Nintendo unveiled their new console this week! I am a little underwhelmed by the name (Nintendo Switch 2 does not roll off the tongue like its predecessor), especially next to the GameCube, the Wii, and the Nintendo 64—but what am I going to do about it? With Nintendo’s backward compatibility plans, I am hoping…
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What the Giants Should Do at Three
Well, it’s almost that time of year again! April is right around the corner, and that means the 2025 NFL Draft is almost upon us! As NFL teams make their way to Green Bay, Wisconsin, and Roger Goodell practices maintaining his composure in front of the annual chorus of boos, I, alongside countless other New…
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NASCAR’s Problem, and How I Think They Can Fix It
Up until now, I have used this blog as a platform to post my poems and short stories while I continue to work on my upcoming book, The Dreaded, taking place in the same universe as Swallowing Sands and Han Vs. Carpentier. Today, however, I would like to write about something else entirely.…
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Han Vs. Carpentier
“All rise,” the bailiff, Mark Delson, ordered. “For the honorable John McLarti.” The district judge walked swiftly from his chambers behind the burgundy door and climbed up to his commanding chair overlooking the steely, almost unwelcoming, courtroom. Behind the district judge, the seal of the United States was inscribed into the green marble wall while…
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Swallowing Sands
A brisk sea breeze off the ocean gusted gently over the barrier island. Sounds of ringing alarms blared as families competed against one another in rows of carnival games underneath a gallery of flashing lights and the odditorium. Arcades full of slot machines, skee ball alleys, and quarter-pushers sat next to rows of photo…
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The Middle of Everywhere
Down the curving corridor, Where the brass weathered knob shines by lamplight, Sits the Art Room, with its canvases and lore. And from the imagination’s edge, it beckons with an invite. The shadows of the sun are patterned from the trees outside the glass pane, Brightening the paint-blotched crooked floorboard, As just beyond the sunlight,…
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The Lamp by the Curtain
I had forgotten the time of year— Where the air grows colder, And the month bleeds fear. Only to be subtly reminded by the floorboard’s beholder: The lamp by the curtain Shined bright against the angry sky, That, as I left, I am certain. Only to rediscover upon returning, something sly; The room was dark…
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The Divide Across the House
Ambition is a portrait on the walls of morality, It hangs over the halls of pride and discontent. A room adorned by a hollow reality, And among the treasures collected, tears lament Of a position of power ransacked by the devil you know. History stares on, at the marble-crested hill, Intently preserving the actions that…
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Late at Night
Oh, the things that happen, When the Sun isn’t looking; Whispers down the corridor, With phone calls from Wyoming, Animal tracks on the lawn, And doorbells with midnight snacks. Lamplight flickers and Street Stalkers Are ever present during the late night petrichor. Sleep often keeps us as passersby to the Night’s lingering strangeness, But Random…
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