I never learned to write honestly on a daily basis. I'd maybe crank something worthwhile two, maybe three days a year, but I was never one of those writers who could do it consistently.

This is something I admired about Haruki Murakami , who I couldn't consider a "great" writer, but...

Thoughts of another drink swarmed the young man who sat at the table near the window at a cafe off Baker Ave. Usually the slim, hoodied figure got more coffees than his brain and nerves needed because he was procrastinating on some pending school deadline.

But this time around there was...

To keep his ten pints of  blood clean, his  kidneys yielded around two liters of urine each day. He had a friend who's kidneys weren't working like once were. She was on the transplant recipient list, but it had been a year now, and there was no clarity on how...

He was a  Wordpress consultant. He didn't know how he became that. When he first learned to  code he picked up some gigs writing Wordpress features for random  clients . This was in his early twenties. It was a good way to make some change while figuring out what the...

Except for one month, I wrote everyday for 12 years. I remember vividly the winter afternoon I stopped such a habit. It was a few days after my 36th birthday. I'd taken the day off from work. And just like on any day off from work I had been lazily...

"Mark... are you alright?"

"Yeah."

"What's wrong? I can tell. Something's off. Come on. I haven't seen you like this since the days... Well you know. Back when Sean was around. And Eduardo was threatening to shut down all our servers... and damn, we were still writing fucking  PHP . God I...

Sam Barley sat lazily, throbbing back and forth against the mesh net of his mid-tier office chair, thinking about one thing: the only thing guys in their mid 20s employed at a 9 to 5 thought of at this time of day. He rubbed his belly. lunch .

He wondered whether...

They say if you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything.

If you don't live for something, then you'll just wait around to die.

What is it like to wait around to die?

I think the  internet  was the perfect invention for people waiting around to die. This is not to say...

"Now I know there's a lot of millennials out there. So this next song goes out to you. You'll know what song it is right from the first line. If you don't then you must not've been rockin it in the 2000's. Keep it dialed here to one oh two...

When he came out to the living room finally after washing up she had a  coffee waiting for him. He gulped. She never made him coffee or tea. It was always him doing that. She must be upset about something.

This was the cost of being at fault. Having done something...