Wagner's Writings

Here's April's batch of stories - we keep on trucking. #13: “The Tip of the Arrow” Arrows fly up ahead, clouding above. Descending like the casting of angels falling from the heavens. On the ground are enemies that need to be made an example of. These arrows will spill out the contents of their targets, showing precisely what they're made of: Fear and blood.  The first wave was from us. The second wave approaches from the enemy line. Bows pulled back. Release. The arrows block out the sun, for just a moment, turning the bloody day into night. There’s a slight chill in the air, cold even. Then the light came back. The sun welcoming us like angels to the Kingdom of Heaven. With its light comes its angels. Arrows soaring through the air; effortless, majestic, as if to fly.  The tip of the arrow became God that day. Soldiers on the battlefield became arrows, angels freeing from the Earth with the flood of crimson. Watch us ascend like arrows toward the sky. See just what we’re ...

 March #9:  “Dead Digits” The loss of the luxury to eat whenever, whatever you pleased is about the second worst thing that could happen when becoming a diabetic, the first I think being the threat of losing toes.  Not much up for retelling the sob story of getting sick and holding onto the proverbial handrail as I recovered and struggle to maintain a healthy balance. Been there done that. There’s not much change in my daily life except the fact I have to say ‘no’ when someone offers dessert and losing more coin than a healthy person to sugar-free options and avoiding the good shit. Some days are harder than others, but I get by all the same. What does get annoying though is the tingling in my toes. Eat a few extra fries than you should then suddenly your toes get a burning feeling. Seems like a raw deal to me. Not as raw as my pancreas not working, but I digress.  I recently had a nightmare that implanted that fear a little more than usual. The dinner before I a...