Soul Sickness

“What you have, my friend, is a soul sickness.”

He appeared quite serious, pulling on the hairs of his bushy white mustache, and sipping from a cup of tea in the old office building he’d converted into his business space, known as, “Bill’s Spiritual Counseling.”

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Soul Snatcher

The soul-snatcher glared at me from the dusty street corner with fiery orange eyes, his hands cupped over his mouth because of the early morning cold.

I had been out late that night, and I was returning home a little tipsy.

“Hello there,” he said. “Looking for your fix?”

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The Monk in the City at Midnight

The monks say that without an absolute zeal for God, religion becomes just another opiate. This is referring to Marx’s famous statement, that religion is “the opiate of the people.” Who’s correct – Marx or the monks?

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‘Doomsday Playlist’ is published!

The Drabble recently published a piece of micro-fiction I wrote called, “Doomsday Playlist.” The very short story is about the feelings I had while spending some time in South Philly when my girlfriend lived there. In particular, it’s about gentrification and how I could feel tension in the neighborhood.

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‘There is No Death’ – a short story (Conclusion)

Father Curran has committed to this new philosophy of the afterlife. He’s not sure whether he will, in fact, die soon. But his old faith is in tatters – that much is certain. Here’s the conclusion of “There is No Death”:

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‘There is No Death’ – a short story, (Part 5)

Father Curran slides deeper into depression, and he’s beginning to lose grip of reality. Is he really going to die soon? Or are the men from the funeral home playing some elaborate joke on him? Here’s Part 5:

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‘There is No Death’ – a short story (Part 4)

In the last installment, Father Curran visits the funeral home and meets another person who apparently knows of his forthcoming death. Curran rejects his claims and he’s told men of faith are usually the ones who have the most trouble with their version of the afterlife. Here’s Part 4:

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‘There is No Death’ – a short story (Part 3)

Yesterday, we met Father Frankenburger, Curran’s fellow priest who annoys him because of his naivete. Curran’s meeting with the strange man gnaws at his mind, feeling like a strange dream. Here’s Part 3:

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‘There is No Death’ – a short story (Part 2)

In yesterday’s installment, Father Curran is approached by a man who looks like an alcoholic Rip Van Winkle. The man tells the priest he works for an unheard-of government agency that helps people transition to the afterlife. Curran thinks the man may be insane – but is he? Here’s Part 2:

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‘There is No Death’ – a short story (Part 1)

A few years back, I wrote this short story and I wanted to serialize it on the blog. I was spending a lot of time thinking of death and the afterlife, mainly because my father was sick. I hope to get the story published one day but, in the meantime, I wanted to share it with the world.

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