accountability

  • Dirty Windows

    Opinions should only come from people who are living the life you want. Everyone else should be a spectator. But spectators are rarely quiet. They sit comfortably in the ruins of their own choices and shout instructions across the fence about how someone else should rebuild theirs. Turn left. Leave. Stay. Forgive. Walk away. Try…

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  • Satan Stepped Aside

    People no longer cease to amaze me in the worst way possible. Maybe that sounds cynical. It probably is. But cynicism is merely optimism after it has been mugged in a dark alley enough times to recognize the footsteps behind it. There are very few people left who aren’t looking out for themselves first. I…

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  • There is a neighborhood nobody advertises. No real estate agent will ever show it to you. There are no open houses. No ribbon cuttings. No welcome baskets waiting on the porch. Yet somehow… Millions of people live there. It is the only place on earth where everyone believes they are the victim of their own…

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  • The Cosmic Audit

    There are moments when the universe does not knock politely. It arrives with a clipboard. No lightning. No trumpet. No dramatic warning written across the clouds. Just the unmistakable feeling that something old has begun moving again. It happened exactly the way it was supposed to. Saturn showed up, simply in reverse. No panic. No…

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  • There is a peculiar place that almost nobody talks about. It has no walls, no windows, and no clocks. It does not announce itself when you arrive because the people inside believe they are only staying for a minute. Every unfinished dream ever imagined passes through there. A novel with only three chapters written. A…

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  • Palace Standards

    There is a strange thing that happens when someone is offered two invitations. One arrives on thick paper, sealed in wax, written with careful hands. It is an invitation to a palace. The walls are tall, not because they are meant to keep people out, but because what lives inside has value. Every room has…

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  • Waiting Room 7

    There is a waiting room that every person eventually finds. No one tells you where it is. No one hands you directions. One day life simply walks you through the door, takes a seat beside you, and says… “You’re going to be here awhile.” The room isn’t fancy. The chairs are comfortable enough to keep…

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  • Barstool Royalty

    There is a throne no respectable person wants. It isn’t made of gold. It isn’t earned. It isn’t admired. It’s bolted to the floor of a bar. And every night someone climbs onto it believing they’ve become royalty. Nobody likes a bad drunk who thinks they’re a good one. Matter of fact… Nobody likes a…

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  • The first thing you noticed was the sound. Not birds. Not wind. Not laughter. It was the endless whisper of fabric scraping across ancient stone. Thousands of blankets. Dragging. Shifting. Catching on broken edges. The sound echoed so far into the distance it was impossible to tell where it began or where it ended. It…

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  • I don’t normally wake up on an average Tuesday looking for trouble. Tuesday is usually reserved for coffee, ambition, and pretending emails don’t exist for another five minutes. But every once in a while… Pettluyah clocks in for her shift. She doesn’t work often. Only when absolutely necessary. Today she adjusted her sunglasses, smiled at…

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