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Over the past year, I defeated a fear of other people, learned the value of clarity and brevity, fought writer's block, and developed pride in my words.

Now I am a writer with a love for onomatopoeias and an affinity for semicolons.

Message to Readers

True story.

Any feedback is greatly appreciated!

The Tightrope Man

August 10, 2017


    He is a strange sight. Arms outstretched, he puts one foot in front of the other, the elastic bungee making a 'v' shape as he moves across. Step, wobble, step, wobble. But he never falls.
​    You stand there, appalled.
    The rope is stretched between two trees. The sun shines from behind him, the light streaming out around his form and creating a watery silhouette. The park is empty.
​    Except for you. You didn't know why you wanted to come, you just did. It was an impulse; a gut feeling at an odd hour when everybody has something else to do. Now you realize that it was to see this, this perfect moment of human strangeness. A smile forms on your face.
​    He doesn't realize that you're there. But that's okay. You don't want to ruin this image with words. You are content with watching his world through a window. His eyes are fixed on the tree in front of him.
​    And then he starts going backwards.


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