Toy Stories

He sits on top of my cupboard just staring into space a layer of dust covering his body a slight smile upon his face. But I tend to think if he were real he'd be out chasing bees eating ants and berries and climbing large pine trees. He'd be swimming in Lake Pend Oreille stealing apples from our trees catching trout in the creeks taking naps whenever he pleased. But his jointed body never moves no one ever plays with him...

Maybe it's a game. You know, the kind of game little kids play all the time.You have a toy that you loved but got over it, so you move on to another toy. And the toy from before no longer has a meaning. It's out of your mind until you see someone else pick it up.Then you want it again, so you go up to that person and start to fight them for your old toy because now you realize that it's your absolute favorite.Maybe it's l...

1The world around me is utterly dark and yet I keep running. I know that I cannot stop or I risk my life as well as the lives of the people who run with me. I don't know how long I've been moving or how long I'll have to continue on my trek. I feel the earth beneath me being bruised by my fast moving feet. Every step I take forward is a step into the completely unknown, a step into the darkness. But it's much better than...