30 Days of Forced Writing

An Experiment in writing

I grew up around music. My dad was always wandering around the house singing Ted Nugent songs. Our TV rotated between cartoons, MTV and CMT (the country version of MTV). My mom would blare Queen whenever it came onto the radio of our old, brown, Buick LeSabre. My brother would introduce me to the sounds …

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For years, I was prisoner in a cell that wasn’t locked. I held on desperately, to the shackles given to me as justification of anger, and of bitterness. I held everyone accountable for every trespass, and sin made against and to me. I screamed for justice! Because how could someone treat someone as insignificant, and …

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