Misery of the Mundane, Part 2

Claustrophobia: The fear of confined spaces. I am standing in the bathroom of my new apartment. My body is sweaty and funky as hell. Yet, I can't bring myself to enter. Each time I reach down for the handle, my hand freezes in midair. What's wrong with me? Maybe this is a stroke. I turn…

Misery of the Mundane, Part 1

Iatrophobia: The fear of doctors. He entered the room with his head down, and moved sluggishly towards me. His attention fixed to a clipboard. "Just turned nine years-old huh? Happy belated." I tried to speak but my voice cracked. The man had the biggest eyes I'd ever seen. They extruded from his face in such…

A Song of Sorrow

I'm not one of those "bad boys" you see on TV. The ones that smoke cigarettes in slow motion and wear leather jackets. I don't have tattoos either. Maybe it's all the fights I got into or that I'm bigger than everyone in the sophomore class. For whatever reason, I spent the majority of my…