Mack.W.Simpson

December 10th, 1935. The sound of the aggressive wind blowing the rigged trees to bend like wire.  Little snowflakes drop on the green grass to cover them in nothing but pure white frost, a wooden cabin lives beyond the woods. The roof was drowned in snow, ice sickles hang from the side. A man named Frank Williams and his boy John Williams lives in the wooden cabin in the woods. Frank Williams used to live in the town of Tapperson, where he owned a carpenter shop, selling his handmade furniture…

The sound of the rain was calming, but only the rain. Walking in the mud, making that squishy sound, as I take one step at a time. Looking around, the tree's length was high, the leaves covering the night sky, shaking  aggressively from the wind. The flashlight could only give so much light,  I could see, but only a couple feet from me. The rest, darkness. “JAKE!” I yelled, “JAAAKE! COME BOY!” Jake was the only reason I was out in this shithole, just trying to head back home from our little…

The year 1985, a year of the things that brought us joy, a year that life was really going somewhere, a year that Dads were Dads, Moms were Moms, children were in process of life, plenty of time to grow. A year most can agree was amazing, but for some, 1985 was the year that turned me into a mad man, my mind tricking from my left and right, but I think I know what I saw.  I was only 12, I lied about where I went. Places that should have been, the school, friends house, ect.  Only instead to…