Thus the Cold Comes

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A record player hums softly in the background of the dark room, the whispered tones of Sinatra filling in the dusty corners. A solitary candle sits glowing on the table in the center of the room, the flickering light illuminating the wrinkled crevasses of the old woman’s face. Ms. Bockner sits in her wheelchair at the table reminiscing of times gone past. She was once a powerful woman, the CEO of a successful company. That was all gone now. Lost to the winter winds, the result of an ill-considered business deal. She now sits alone. She sits apart from humanity and blames it for her fate.

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A story I wrote for class, based on the Finnish legend of Kullerwoinen.

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Kalen was cursed. He was cursed since birth. He was cursed in everything he did. Or at least that the way he would tell it. In reality, Kalen was a blue-collar worker living in New York. 25-years-old, barely having finished high school and still living with his parents, you could say he was a bit of a late-bloomer. Or he could just be “slow.” In any case, he was plagued with incredibly bad luck. Ever since he was a baby he could never seem to do anything right. He was born prematurely, a breech birth, and almost died in the action. His mother was young. Too young to have a baby, and too righteous to have an abortion (or so her parents said), and thus the baby was given up for adoption.

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A story I wrote for Concept and Story class about a dream I had…

            He sits at his computer, in his silent room, the only noise and light, from the wind blowing through the trees and the afternoon sun shining in through the window. Click-click-click, ssssh. 

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