“People either bring you down, or they bring you up, and a lot of times, they don’t even realize it.”
The monk sat quietly as his master spoke.
“The issue your experiencing is control, and, you have none…” Continue reading “The Cubic” (Morning Fiction 5/11/2018)
Since the dawn of human consciousness, we’ve looked to stars and wondered: Why are we here? What are we meant to do? What is our purpose? Continue reading “The Ordinance” (Morning Fiction 5/6/2018 )
Sound pierced the airwaves as the composer sat back in his chair.
The orchestra expressed itself in the music, hands moving in unison as violins and oboes struck vibration through space.
The tension of the music built as the composer absorbed the wave of feeling. The music he had written… Continue reading “The Conductor and his Muse” (Morning Fiction 5/8/2018)
The boy sat up from his chair, gazing softly out of the porthole window.
“So many stars…”
The ship rumbled quietly through the dark of space, pincushions of light piercing the infinite blackness… Continue reading “The Boy on the Spaceship” (Morning Fiction 5/5/2018)
A voice whispered from the depths of time:
“Hold on, be strong.”
She felt the energy as it filled her spirit, washing through her sadness, ringing it up like a cold towel.
She felt no relief, only understanding.
She glanced down at her wrist and pulled the blade back… Continue reading “Hold On, Be Strong” (Morning Fiction 5/7/2018)
“I don’t love you anymore…”
The boy sat back in his seat.
“Its not fair to you, and it’s not fair to me”, he continued on… Continue reading Escape. Meaning. Purpose.
“I just don’t want to live anymore”
The patient stared at the therapist, legs crossed softly in his seat.
“How long have you felt this way?”
The boys shoulder shrugged,
“For as long as I can remember really…”
The therapist glanced down at his notepad: Continue reading The Decision
I’ve written a shitload of words, like, 100’s of thousands of words since January 2015.
Receiving these 250 has made all of the work worth it: Continue reading On Writing
The world reverberated; instant black. A dreamscape of memory obscuring his field of vision.
“Where am I?”
Time ceased to exist. A thousand experiences and an all encompassing emotion punching softly in the dark.
He saw his body slumped softly on the floor, blood pooling around his torso. A crowd of people scattering frantically in slow motion. Tables and desks overturned as his vision recedes into the past… Continue reading Heavens Gate
Author: Adam Abramowitz
The following passage is an excerpt from my novel, “A Glance Inside the Minds Eye”…
“All of the information that I retained about Socrates in college got filtered through my brain and projected as an image, a scene…
The Story of Socrates
The guardsman’s keys rattled as he led Plato down the musky corridor of the lower jail cell. A stench of sweat, feces, and rust permeated throughout the hallway. To his left, Plato saw the shadow of a man, hunched in the corner of his cell, scratching and clawing at the top of his head. Clumps of hair were scattered throughout his cell and his tattered rags were draped over his shoulder. Continue reading “The Story of Socrates”