Franktank

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"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 | 96 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 | 130 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 | 199 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 | 205 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 | 3 comments | 144 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 | 202 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 | 199 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 | 238 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 | 298 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 | 140 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 | 252 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 | 222 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 | 216 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 | 283 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 | 262 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 | 275 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 | 170 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 | 297 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 | 153 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 | 330 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 | 230 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 | 237 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 | 255 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 | 270 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 | 303 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 | 133 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 | 334 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 | 334 views | Short Stories | March 26, 2018

"Chapter 20: Vengeance"

by Franktank

She is a cascade of darker shades. She sees the world in colors that make my world seem dull and grey. She doesn't know about the sick convoluted realities. The world doesn't show her that side when she's around. But I've seen it. I know h...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 340 views | Short Stories | March 23, 2018

"Chapter 19: Bee Trail"

by Franktank

Knowing you're going to get stung....

0 Likes | 0 comment | 309 views | Short Stories | March 22, 2018

"Chapter 18: Mountain’s Edge"

by Franktank

To read Chapter 17, click on my profile. I posted that chapter earlier. It is called 'Carry' Chapter 18: Mountain's Edge One wrong step on the mountain's edge would leave the body in bad shape. The cliffs were narrowly walked along toward...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 291 views | Short Stories | March 20, 2018

"Chapter 16: Back"

by Franktank

He said he would be back. He walked outside. Closed the door. Then I saw his face no more. When he finally came back, he brought back gifts and wonders. I was mainly jealous he chose that time elsewhere. But I had pushed him away. When he...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 355 views | Short Stories | March 20, 2018

"Chapter 15: The Cage"

by Franktank

There was a giant cage. It held nothing but soil beneath it. A tall, six foot by six foot cage. A bird dropped off and landed on the cage. Took a crap. White and brown bird shit. Inside the dropping was a seed. The seed was of a sequoia t...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 339 views | Short Stories | March 19, 2018

"Chapter 14: The Phoenix"

by Franktank

The bird went back to its old nest. There was a baby bird there dropped off and abandoned. The bird immediately threw up. Gagging on its spit, but feeding the baby bird. The baby bird hadn't eaten in a day and could taste the strength from...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 345 views | Short Stories | March 16, 2018

"Chapter 13: Dew Drop"

by Franktank

I want her to be my morning, and my sunset. I would wake up in the early morning and have her by my side. Not just physically. I would work hard to make a living. And work hard to have her family on my side. We would believe in the good p...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 312 views | Realistic Fiction | March 14, 2018

"Chapter 12: Talking up a Storm"

by Franktank

When the trees get together. When they finally settle. Encourage new seeds to gain the ground. And watch as the young trees learn the sounds. When all the trees in the forest or even a couple talk about the news of nature into the wee hours...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 320 views | Short Stories | March 13, 2018

"Chapter 11: Hostage"

by Franktank

Your love holds me hostage. You never give me what I want. And I want you. You tease me with your existence. I've met many women. But none do it for me as much as you. But you don't give in. Like a closed diner, forcing me to turn around an...

1 Like | 0 comment | 455 views | Poetry | March 12, 2018

"Chapter 10: Nothing"

by Franktank

In the sky. Somewhere between earth and atmosphere. A blade of grass. A water drop courses down the top, gets heavy, soaks into the dirt. Wanting to be home when I am outside, coming home from work. Traveling... with others, wanting to be...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 297 views | Journalistic Writing | March 10, 2018

"Chapter 9: Sinewy"

by Franktank

The tree hungover in the crisp wind. Moving back and forth swaying with spindly sinewy twigs and branches. It was perfectly proportioned, like a giant lampshade. And ironically, a few bulbs hung from the trees' branches. To give it more cha...

2 Likes | 0 comment | 397 views | Short Stories | March 9, 2018

"Chapter 8: Strength"

by Franktank

The man was strong and went to the gym to lift weights. But he was mainly working out so that one day, he had the strength to love again....

0 Likes | 0 comment | 358 views | Short Stories | March 9, 2018