Story not story

I was trying to write something, but I wrote this instead.


This is a story about a boy
Who finds a shiny thing
And it changes him.

This is a story about a girl
Who fights something
But it turns out to be herself.

This is a story about a man
Who wants to run away
But he can’t escape from himself.

This is a story about a woman
Who sublimates her rage into cooking food for her family every night
But eventually she cracks. (Like an egg.)

This is a story about a place
Where the people are free
Or maybe they just think they are.

This is a story.

This is a story about a time
When nobody had love
But time passed and things got better.

This is a story about the sea
Because I like the sea.

3 thoughts on “Story not story

  1. Angela O'Donovan

    I like the sea too. I can’tl swim properly. The sea was and is very cold on the east coast of Ireland. That doesn’the matter though. The sea has a strong pull.

    I’may looking forward to your book.

  2. SuzannaCatherine

    I liked your story. I can’t say that I like the sea. I’m really not a swimmer at all. I’m not a fan of sand. And without #75 sunblock, I burn in about 30 minutes. In fact, even though I live 18 miles from the Atlantic coast, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been to the beach as a participant in anything other than a stay-in-the-car drive-by tourist, in the past 20 years.

    I agree with Angela. I’m anxious to read your book.


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