RehnWriter

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 guess I’m a bit of a loner. Even here, in the big city, I’m the type of guy who’s more torn to walking the city park ...

Who’d ever be afraid of postcards? After all, it’s nothing but paper, right? That’s how I’d have reacted if you’d asked me that question about a month or two ago. It all started back in April. I’d just returned from the grocery store and checked my mail. I do it ...

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

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 ...

Bringing a hot girl to my dorm room was not something I ever expected would happen to me. I’m not the popular type, never was. Hell, I’m a freaking nerd! Making out, however, felt great. Her lips were so soft, her kiss sensual, but domineering. She pushed me onto the ...

When I was a little boy, my two best friends, and I loved nothing more than to sneak into Old Herbert’s barn. Old Herbert had been a farmer all his life, one of the biggest in our small town. By now, though, he’d retired, and all that remained was an ...

It was one of those days. You know, the ones when you feel a little lost when you’re looking for something. It’s just that you don’t know what it is. Just a nagging, little voice in the back of your head. After all, just one of those days. As I ...