No. 15 – Ben

My name is Ben Taylor. I’m 31 years old. I’ve been to jail a bunch of times, usually because I was drunk. I don’t think I’m a bad guy. Luce says I just have moments of bad. I say so does she.
She don’t argue ‘bout that.
Luce won’t write right now. She says she has writer’s [...]

No. 14 – Ben

This is Ben.
Hey. How’s it going? Luce is asleep right now and it will probably make her mad that I stole her green pen.
She isn’t telling the whole thing the way I want her to but she’s trying to be all strong and shit.
She’s strong but she feels things so deep she can’t even find [...]

No. 13

Grayson walked back into the main chapel with a large cooler. He pulled a six-pack out of Coors Light, which I despise, but I took one anyway. Ben took his and stared at me. I don’t know why, but he did. I still hadn’t made the fact that there was six degrees of separation between [...]

No. 12

“Dammit, Luce,” Ben said looking through the hand written pages I just wrote in a composition notebook. “Get to the other stuff.”
“What do you mean,” I exploded. “We are living in a world where we are always waiting on what the hell is going to happen next. I’m trying. For Christ sakes, give me a [...]

No. 11

Ben grabbed the water greedily, and I tried not to look so anxious but I wanted to grab it eagerly as well.
I’ve learned through my years to not appear too eager. It only creates mistakes and I was starting to realize that all of this was real. I was reminded of Mia Farrow in “Rosemary’s [...]