RehnWriter

Beggars can’t be choosers, the old saying goes. I’d been unemployed for weeks, when I learned that old Thomas Maier was looking for help around his chicken farm. To be honest, I was weary. I never imagined myself working at a chicken farm, and I wasn’t looking forward to it ...

You know, throwing out old stuff can be strangely satisfying. A few days ago, I decided to give my cramped little apartment the good old once-over and throw out anything I didn’t need anymore. For years I’d succumbed to the strange habit of throwing nothing out. You never knew if ...

Did you ever stare into a mirror for a long period of time? I don’t mean for a few minutes, not to check out your body, but for a truly long time. Try, for example, if you will, staring at your own face. At the beginning it might be normal, ...

I used to love watching the ducks at my local park. Hell, I used to love ducks. Not anymore, not after what happened. I’m a bit of a loner. Even here, in the big city, I’m more torn towards walking the park than hanging out and socializing with friends. One ...

Who would ever be afraid of postcards? After all, it’s just paper; it’s not like they can hurt you. If you’d asked me a month or two ago, I would’ve laughed, but that was before all this began. It started in April. I’d just returned from the grocery store and ...

Matthew awoke to an argument. It was the old couple next door. “... don’t have all we need...” “... the special dish...” The back of his head was throbbing and each word of the barely audible conversation caused a fresh jolt of pain. “... making me go all the way ...

Job hunting can be tough, especially if you’re an idiot like me. Now, I wasn’t exactly an idiot, but I didn’t have much of a qualification to do, well, anything. Even worse, my CV was riddled with blank spots, unemployment time and questionable positions. As you can imagine, my chances ...

You know those nights, don’t you? The ones when life gets a bit too real and when you can’t sleep because your head’s heavy with questions. What’s the meaning of life? What am I even doing here? Where do I want to be in ten years? Yeah, those. With a ...

Taking a hot girl home to my dorm room was the last thing I ever expected happening to me. I’m not the popular type, never was. I’m a freaking nerd. Making out with her felt great. Her lips were soft, and her kisses felt sensual yet domineering. She pushed me ...

When I was a boy, my two best friends, Robby and Melanie, loved nothing more than to sneak into Old Walter’s barn. Old Walter had once been a farmer, the biggest one in our small town, but had long since retired. By now, all that remained of his former glory ...