Author: Michael Aaron
The Chat
“It’s a peculiar thing,” the fancy rabbit sighed, adjusting his collar. “How the forest looms so near, yet feels worlds away.” His companion nodded sagely, ears twitching in the evening breeze. “Indeed. And stranger still how we sit here, pondering such matters.” The pair gazed at the misty tree line, lost in thought. After a…
The Visitors
In the vastness of the cosmos, unexpected visitors were a rarity. Yet here they stood, silent and still against the backdrop of an alien sky. The air thrummed with an energy that spoke of worlds colliding, of fates intertwining in ways incomprehensible to lesser beings. This meeting had been foretold in ancient prophecies, whispered among…
You Had To Be There
We operate at the intersection of two worlds, with one made up of those things that have happened, and the other made of those that have yet to. A collection of experiences have hardwired the self that we claim as our individuality. We often think of our memories as a perfect record of our lives,…
The House
He sat in the car, the heat gone, leaving behind a cold silence. He watched the house. Just a building, he thought, not a home anymore. The porch light struggled against the darkness, failing to brighten the path to the front door that seemed to wait for him. It was just an old house, empty…
A Generalist’s Lament
This year is meant to be different for me. This is the year I focus on learning, betterment, and creativity. This is the year I stop simply liking posts but begin to interact with those that I admire. This is the year I take my personal life and treat it with a little more professionalism-…
My Accomplishments Box
With 2024 around the corner, my metaphorical “Box of Accomplishments,” sitting here next to me on my very real desk, needs a thorough cleaning. Not because it’s full of the things I’ve proudly completed over the past year. It’s not even full of half accomplishments- bits of fanciful projects started with exuberance and abruptly forgotten….