John McFaul
Bio
I dont think of myself as a writer. I can barely spell. But I found this contest to be fun, so here goes.
Stories (4)
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Nature Vs Nurture Vs Diethylstilbestrol
It all started as a life line; a quest to put something, anything, in order. Perhaps it was survivors guilt or maybe a thinly veiled vanity project. At any rate it started, and soon stopped. I wondered what needed to be said or if anything could be rationalized after all. The narrative had been banging around in my head for as long as I could remember, but recording it was too lofty a project and not really what I had intended. Nor was it within my grasp. I resigned myself to simply organize the disparate voices and find a platform from which to build contentment. Even at this, I imagined, the gods would snicker. And as my hand cramped, I saw how futile the endeavor would be. I put down my crayon.
By John McFaul5 years ago in Pride
The Blackest Night
The sun was setting fast, that golden hour when everyone looks just a bit more pretty. Colette finished her latte and used the restroom, applying some lip gloss and a little blush. She pushed her way through the crowded coffee shop and stepped out into the city. The weather was warm, spring had finally arrived and it would be a long night of Johns.
By John McFaul5 years ago in Humans
