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"Documentation"

by Franktank

What am I now and what was I then? Oh, the journey, my love, let it all begin again. Looking back is hard, so hard, it is tough to stay here. You know what I am talking about, my dear. But never give up. I will never give up. At one time,...

1 Like | 0 comment | 132 views | Prose | June 18, 2019

"Let Me Save You The Trouble"

by Franktank

You can be my friend, sure. But let me save you the trouble. Most everything I am, eventually leads to rubble. If you had my best years, it ain't getting better. There are times I can fight for a good time, reflect on a letter. But if s...

1 Like | 1 comment | 137 views | Poetry | June 18, 2019

"Plane"

by Franktank

He boarded the plane in one of his many fine suits. Sat down in his ticket allotted seat and was glad to find that he was going to be seated nearby the aisle. He did not like to be crammed in by the window seat. Though the view was nice, th...

0 Likes | 1 comment | 148 views | Short Stories | June 9, 2019

"‘A Love That Devours’: Chapter 6: The Dinner"

by Franktank

Gertrude, Simmons, Bryce, Lorianna, Glorietta and Penelope sat down to dinner at a fine restaurant during Spring. The weather and days were getting longer and so when they arrived and sat down outside around 5:30, there was still plenty of...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 155 views | Short Stories | March 8, 2019

"A Love That Devours: Chapter 5: Fermenting"

by Franktank

Two and a half years were to pass before the next big scene. Isn't that an interesting thing sometimes? How everything wells up? Now, in this occasion, Bryce and Simmons were respectively closer toward being fifty-two and fifty-three, thei...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 136 views | Short Stories | March 4, 2019

"‘A Love That Devours’ Chapter 4: Wive’s Tails, Continued"

by Franktank

Lorianna and Bryce were toasty by the fireplace. Lorianna had tea and Bryce had a water. Bryce thought about his conversation with Penelope, but not too much. He didn't surround his life too much with another man's daughter. Even if it was...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 144 views | Short Stories | March 2, 2019

"A Love That Devours: Chapter 3: Wive’s Tales"

by Franktank

After the ferry ride, and a couple of days. Simmons, in bed with his wife, having been sworn to secrecy from Gertrude about her dream away from her father. Simmons kept the secret safe, but caved with his wife, Glorieta. "Glorieta dear, ha...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 173 views | Short Stories | March 1, 2019

"A Love That Devours: Chapter 2: Penelope’s Plot"

by Franktank

Penelope is the daughter of Simmons. Though she is Simmons' daughter, she is nothing like him at all. She is smart, yes, that is true. But unabashedly so. She talks to Bryce, Gertrude's father. And doesn't ever call it a date as Gertrude...

2 Likes | 1 comment | 170 views | Short Stories | February 26, 2019

"A Love That Devours: Chapter 1:"

by Franktank

Somewhere in London. "Gertrude, my dear. Your father has sent me to speak to you this evening. What is it my dear?" "I just wanted a date. No other boys have asked me lately and dad said I could always call on you. Even if you're almost f...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 113 views | Mystery | February 25, 2019

"Announcement for Winter-Spring Writing"

by Franktank

Hello fellow Noahwriters. I briefly apologize for my shy absence as of late. There have been a few writings, but primarily toward personal matters and colleagues. It is with a warm smile from the well within that I announce that I do have...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 101 views | Speech | February 22, 2019

"More than a breeze through the trees"

by Franktank

I walk along the sidewalk through this California town. Definitely urban. There have been light storms in these parts. Elsewhere, snow. But the metropolitan of every kind of person squeezed into these city streets cannot keep this place do...

1 Like | 1 comment | 151 views | Prose | February 18, 2019

"After The Wall"

by Franktank

'Look, mom. I'm fighting in this war. Our country has fought in and helped many wars and many countries. We have even helped win in the world wars.' 'No, son. I want you to work, or go to school, what about music? You said you loved music....

2 Likes | 0 comment | 203 views | Realistic Fiction | January 14, 2019

"Knot fare"

by Franktank

It is not fair. Never was, never will be. A maple tree was planted nearly eighty years ago. The first ten years, it learned of the seasons in the cruelest accounts. The fog was fresh. The rain was wet. The sun was warm. Twenty yea...

2 Likes | 0 comment | 168 views | Prose | October 8, 2018

"A far ripple."

by Franktank

Organizationally, globally, fundamentally; I have to tell you... at least a few things. I light up my cigarette walking through the night's cadence in my leather jacket and holding an energy drink. I think back on past walks, wondering whe...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 167 views | Journalistic Writing | September 16, 2018

"The Current Dilemma"

by Franktank

She was British. Eighty-five years old. White hair, and tactly curls. Thin, smart. Brilliant, in fact. Looked no more than sixty. Did everything right. Lived a long full life in hopes it would lead her somewhere eventually. These things don...

1 Like | 0 comment | 174 views | Short Stories | July 11, 2018

"Write About Her"

by Franktank

She told me to write about her. 'Write everything' she said. I told her I would, but if I did, it would probably just be about me. She asked, 'if you wrote everything though, would I be in it?' I said of course. Everything encountering from...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 161 views | Narrative Nonfiction | July 7, 2018

"I finally did it"

by Franktank

It took me six months. But I finally did it. I took off my watch. All those days and time's really, began to weigh me down. I need to be here at there, with the weight of this watch on my wrist. Literally carrying the weight of time on my...

0 Likes | 4 comments | 171 views | Speech | June 15, 2018

"The job: part 4"

by Franktank

Right before the week was over, but well before the next month had started, Mr. Arlington was calling Ms. Stuart into his office. 'Yes. I need Ms. Stuart in here pronto. What's that? Yes. Elizabeth. Okay, I'll let her in.' He put his finge...

1 Like | 0 comment | 149 views | Mystery | June 2, 2018

"The job: part 3"

by Franktank

She left his office feeling strangely unsatisfied. It was as if all of the work she had put into motion had meant nothing. All she wanted to do was ask what it was that he was in charge of, for her responsibilities as managing the startup o...

1 Like | 0 comment | 146 views | Mystery | May 28, 2018

"The job: part 2"

by Franktank

All of the keys went to every room. All except for his office. After a week of working the company and making changes, such as giving a few people raises and directing people to work longer hours, she wanted to check in with the main boss....

0 Likes | 3 comments | 152 views | Mystery | May 28, 2018

"The job: part 1"

by Franktank

"Do come in." He said. He had his feet on his jet black desk, then moved them onto the carpet floor. He had round eyes. His glasses were on the desk, facing his direction. He had a meeting with a woman coming from the town square. She had a...

0 Likes | 2 comments | 196 views | Mystery | May 25, 2018

"May 23rd, of 2018"

by Franktank

Gah! The discontentment of May 23rd of 2018. The lackluster cold when in need of a sunny day! Fragmented rain spurts out of nowhere in last night. What are the gods of weather doing in a time like today?! Why are people outside...

0 Likes | 1 comment | 141 views | Speech | May 23, 2018

"Long Time Ago, Up Till Now"

by Franktank

A long time ago, supposedly. Crawling out of the water, or diving back in, or being in both, like the prehistoric alligator, the turtle, the hippo. The sea lion, the otter, the snakes, frogs. Tadpoles only survive in the womb of water. Then...

0 Likes | 2 comments | 173 views | Prose | May 23, 2018

"The Dream"

by Franktank

I awoke and found that my body was fit. All the work paying off, yet without the strong sturdy ego of teenage past. Some say the ego is a bad thing. But if it's strongly developed and confident, with intellectual pliability then it only ben...

0 Likes | 1 comment | 165 views | Journalistic Writing | May 11, 2018

"Carried Away"

by Franktank

I get carried away. Several galaxies pulling me in different directions. The way music finds the feen. I relate with Hurts like Heaven. The spring of colours pouring out of me trying to live. But subtle fear remains saying, stay to your cor...

1 Like | 1 comment | 179 views | Fairy Tales | May 6, 2018

"Allotment"

by Franktank

Strange clouds have entered the land. We used to hold one general display of coverage or bright blue skies. But not today. My empire and legacy has yielded significantly into lighter, weaker tones. But once you symbolically engage, the wea...

1 Like | 1 comment | 176 views | Journalistic Writing | April 30, 2018

"Interpersonal"

by Franktank

After my cravings fade, and the deeds of the day are taken care of, arbitrarily. Leaving no room for anything else but my spoiled self. I walk alone in the quiet ambiance with sore feet and stale lighting. Th...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 169 views | Journalistic Writing | April 27, 2018

"Role Play, Painting, and Driving"

by Franktank

Each day, the zodiac doctors are prescribing prescriptions for the day and the month. Meanwhile, there are predictions of upcoming solar system events, each person playing their part to be a part of whatever role they are given or can play....

0 Likes | 0 comment | 189 views | Realistic Fiction | April 26, 2018

"Proud of you guys"

by Franktank

I can't tell you of the life to come. All I can tell you is that each day, you are here. And to make the best with this side of the deal is your best option, with odds looking in your favor if you play your cards right. What I can tell you...

0 Likes | 2 comments | 146 views | Speech | April 22, 2018

"I’ll look back on this someday"

by Franktank

Yesterday, the humidity caused the birds to stay awake all night in celebration of warmer weather. It was one of those pre-mature parties though because today, the sky got clunky with clouds and eventually collided together to a small swarm...

0 Likes | 1 comment | 169 views | Journalistic Writing | April 16, 2018

"Thank you. Curtain call. A bow and conclusion"

by Franktank

Okay guys. Twenty-nine chapters were the series I mustered from February seventeenth until February twenty-fifth. It was a lot of fun and I have put my creative writing on pause. But so much has happened from there to here and I will enligh...

0 Likes | 1 comment | 164 views | Speech | April 14, 2018

"Chapter 29: Don’t Go"

by Franktank

I see her so clearly. Her black hair. She's short. Darker skin of an arabian blend. She reminds me, the taste of her skin. Like black licorice. A preference, I begin. I run to her. I put my arm on her shoulder. It's colder than I could have...

1 Like | 0 comment | 192 views | Short Stories | April 14, 2018

"Chapter 28: Prisoner"

by Franktank

I don't decide when it happens. I'll be laying down. All is quiet, all is still. Then the realization comes to me, and I begin to ache. I can't even fake that I'm going to be alright. Not until my keeper is safe in delight. I toss and turn...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 152 views | Mystery | April 13, 2018

"Chapter 27: Afraid of Heights"

by Franktank

How high we can get. But if you appreciate the lows, those heights seem too out of reach. A life crippling depression will be your new escape. Those bottles will just be ornaments. Those pipes will just be pieces that leave you with a sickn...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 180 views | Journalistic Writing | April 9, 2018

"Chapter 26: Cigarette Lighthouse"

by Franktank

Loving her was a drag. And I love smoking. I would be fuming. She'd say it was bad for my health. But she was my addiction. I wanted to do everything with her. I wanted to damage her, then put her back together. I wanted to infuriate her, a...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 173 views | Prose | April 6, 2018

"Chapter 25: Balance"

by Franktank

The soft steps of spring. Tad poles finding their legs. The ripple in the middle of the pond. The quiet warm breeze. The courtship of enduring love. The whole day amounting to something. The night indoors with loved ones. The salty stalenes...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 170 views | Journalistic Writing | April 4, 2018

"Chapter 24: Burrowed Time"

by Franktank

I died a long time ago in this lifetime. How I made it back, I'm not so sure. That itself took even more time. But I'm weary. I'm travelled. I know things about people, having lived a half life, to know what to expect. You need to mess wit...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 203 views | Short Stories | April 2, 2018

"Chapter 23: Life"

by Franktank

Do you know how hard it is to hold the secrets of the universe? Knowing the erect mountainsides. The eruption of volcanoes. The sensation of a flood to cool down these deep waters. Having ideas spring up to skyscrapers. Having the guile to...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 151 views | Speech | March 29, 2018

"Chapter 22: Steel"

by Franktank

I wish you stuck around. Had the muster to realize I'm an anomoly. How can I describe myself? You shut me out the door, I'll come knocking three months later. You let me in, but I'm not the same. I wear you out with my big grin, my big ch...

1 Like | 0 comment | 217 views | Short Stories | March 28, 2018

"Chapter 21: Sleepers Keep in Touch"

by Franktank

I'm big, tall, and gangly. Some say awkward, strange, and a phenomenon. Being 7'4 and over a hundred years old has its perks. Our family, the family of sleepers, live in the woods and have so for a few thousand years. Your guys' culture is...

12 Likes | 0 comment | 213 views | Short Stories | March 26, 2018