The Wayfaring Stranger
The mostly unedited ramblings of a man who rarely proofreads the chaos of words flowing from his fingertips…
Days spent walking, nights spent bitter, moments spent thinking about the girl from the airplane…a long short story or a short novela, you decide. Some dark tale, written in a little black notebook while backpacking and hitch hiking through Croatia and Slovenia. Stories of walking and isolation and the ceaseless burden of darkness weighing about the neck of a boy who has seen too much.
Duty is heavier than a mountain, death lighter than a feather...
Read MoreSome days I like to write about mountains, photography, and the rising sun, and other days I like to let you into the other side of what I do, and the creative short stories I write and rarely share.
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