Nathaniel Ireland
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user of words that makes your mother disappointed.
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Deadeye of the Desert
Frank saw absolutely nothing. Not a goddamn thing for the eye to see for at least a hundred miles in each direction. North, East- nothing but hot sand and tumbleweeds. The air conditioning of the black Mercedes he was sitting in was a luxury he would soon regret he hadn't cherished more. The four hour journey through unpaved, dirt roads had finally halted as the Mercedes stopped its journey through the desert. The awkward tension between Frank and the two gigantic suited men in front of his seat had been growing since Barstow, however now the awkwardness turned to pitifulness towards Frank.
By Nathaniel Ireland5 years ago in Fiction
I Think I Just Got it.
The overwhelming urge was set before I even finished reading the prompt. Sitting in my office chair, rereading the question a few times in my head, I immediately opened up Google Docs. Pulling up a fresh document, the flashing insert point of the blank, pixelated page instantly started to chuckle. The more I stared at the blankness of the page, the more I saw my reflection in the nothingness. The same nothingness that manifested the absence of what seemed to be my own brain power. The ideas in my head seemed to be locked away, bolted down by the screws of hesitation and disorientation. Around a steel bolted door was fog, lots of it. I found myself searching through the mist, foraging for a key, down on my hands and knees like a toddler. reconnoitering all around the fog for the answer to arrive like an encounter with a fawn on a midnight street. Passion? What the hell do I know about passion?
By Nathaniel Ireland5 years ago in Journal
