FREE SPEECH: August 2023
ONE WORD AT A TIME!
The Big Days
On This Page ↓↓↓
What did you do yesterday?
The Given
The Given
- i update the site.
- i Write.
- i usually go to the Fitness Asylum but broken Pinky has placed me on the shelf.
- i Pitch.
- i Read.
- i Walk.
- i Write More.
- i Create.
Meet Sparkly Pingle Ball
Sparkly Pingle Ball is a fig-mint of my imagination. Minty. Every time, you wonder who the hell I'm talking with, it's Sparkly.
Who are you?
If you think, I'm crazy, ask yourself one thing: Have you ever watched Family Guy? Or . . . ?
Sparkly's key role is to keep moving the narrative along. And to be hot!
Who are the voices in your head?
Embrace them. Love them. You are not alone.
Who are you?
If you think, I'm crazy, ask yourself one thing: Have you ever watched Family Guy? Or . . . ?
Sparkly's key role is to keep moving the narrative along. And to be hot!
Who are the voices in your head?
Embrace them. Love them. You are not alone.
My Days: Aug-Sept 2023
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Walking Lockstep with Lindsay Wincherauk |by Sparkly Pingle Ball|
Hello, thank you for joining me and Lindsay on this journey.
Shall we walk side by side?
My alter-ego, or if you prefer flesh human’s name is Lindsay Wincherauk, and it always will, unless we happen to discover that Mick Jagger or Bill Gates is our biological father.
In that case, we might consider adopting their surname. Although, it’s highly unlikely, considering we are 48% Norwegian (what's the Norwegian term for “Sweetie”?).
As for the Norwegian word for “sweetie,” it's “søtnos”. Remembering this word might come in handy if you ever decide to visit Norway!
Even in our midlife, we find ourself still navigating the challenges of life. Being middle aged is not fair for me (Lindsay's alter-ego Sparkly) because I'm barely over one year old, me Sparkly.
In “My Days: Sept-Aug 2023,” we continue to wander this world, observing, contemplating, and reshaping our (Lindsay’s) perspectives on humanity, politics, sports, music, comedy, books, apple sauce, and even dancing gnomes.
We love to share these thoughts with the world, as we travel down the cathartic path of self-discovery and reflection, embracing the joys of life while leaving behind the negativity of the past. As the past really is nothing more than moments frozen in the flow of life.
Embracing kindness, empathy, love, and laughter is a wonderful approach to changing the world and making it a better place.
I want to hear your laughter... Take your time... Let me know when you're laughing.
NOW!
Thank you.
Together, let's continue to make a difference in the world through kindness, empathy, love, and laughter.
Agreed?
That was a rhetorical question.
Welcome to "My Days: Aug-Sept 2023!" I believe there’s a hint of light in the air. Remember kindness, empathy, love, and laughter can indeed create ripples of positive change in the world.
Let's spread those ripples far and wide!
Hello, thank you for joining me and Lindsay on this journey.
Shall we walk side by side?
My alter-ego, or if you prefer flesh human’s name is Lindsay Wincherauk, and it always will, unless we happen to discover that Mick Jagger or Bill Gates is our biological father.
In that case, we might consider adopting their surname. Although, it’s highly unlikely, considering we are 48% Norwegian (what's the Norwegian term for “Sweetie”?).
As for the Norwegian word for “sweetie,” it's “søtnos”. Remembering this word might come in handy if you ever decide to visit Norway!
Even in our midlife, we find ourself still navigating the challenges of life. Being middle aged is not fair for me (Lindsay's alter-ego Sparkly) because I'm barely over one year old, me Sparkly.
In “My Days: Sept-Aug 2023,” we continue to wander this world, observing, contemplating, and reshaping our (Lindsay’s) perspectives on humanity, politics, sports, music, comedy, books, apple sauce, and even dancing gnomes.
We love to share these thoughts with the world, as we travel down the cathartic path of self-discovery and reflection, embracing the joys of life while leaving behind the negativity of the past. As the past really is nothing more than moments frozen in the flow of life.
Embracing kindness, empathy, love, and laughter is a wonderful approach to changing the world and making it a better place.
I want to hear your laughter... Take your time... Let me know when you're laughing.
NOW!
Thank you.
Together, let's continue to make a difference in the world through kindness, empathy, love, and laughter.
Agreed?
That was a rhetorical question.
Welcome to "My Days: Aug-Sept 2023!" I believe there’s a hint of light in the air. Remember kindness, empathy, love, and laughter can indeed create ripples of positive change in the world.
Let's spread those ripples far and wide!
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons living or dead, is purely coincidental.
As well, all companies, events, and places are also fictitious and are solely a product of the writers imagination, and the imagination of Sparkly Pingle Ball, who happens to be a product of the writers imagination.
It is a shame we live in a world where the system protects the monsters who hurt people.
As well, all companies, events, and places are also fictitious and are solely a product of the writers imagination, and the imagination of Sparkly Pingle Ball, who happens to be a product of the writers imagination.
It is a shame we live in a world where the system protects the monsters who hurt people.
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In “My Days: August-September 2023,” Lindsay’s life unfolds,
A journey through days, both bitter and bold, With depression as his formidable foe, He seeks a path where hope can grow. Through the daunting maze of uncertainty, Lindsay unveils his vulnerabilities, He bares his soul, his struggles so raw, Hoping to find a way to rise above it all. But amidst this chaos, an absurd twist awaits, As Lindsay stumbles upon a cast of colourful mates, A gaggle of characters, quirky and strange, Their lives entwined, in a world so deranged. They dive headfirst into the depths of the strange, Their antics and adventures, nothing short of insane, But amidst the chaos and laughter untamed, Lindsay finds solace, where he is no longer restrained. Together they navigate this unconventional ride, With laughter as their shield, by their side, Through trials and triumphs, they learn to cope, In this chaotic journey, they find hope. So let Lindsay’s story inspire us all, To face our demons, no matter how tall, For in the midst of life's absurdity, We can find strength and set our spirits free. |
Lindsay Wincherauk’s latest masterpiece, “My Days: August-September 2023,” promises to be a compelling and emotionally charged journey into the depths of Lindsay Wincherauk’s battle with depression. Through vivid storytelling and introspective exploration, readers will witness Lindsay’s vulnerabilities and uncertainties as he navigates a challenging maze.
But wait, there’s more! As Lindsay unravels his own story, he stumbles upon a cast of eccentric characters who will have you laughing, gasping, and scratching your head in disbelief. These colourful souls invite you into their inner worlds, revealing how their pasts have shaped them and the dark secrets they hide, both real and perceived.
This story is infused with deep emotions, sharp social commentary, and elements reminiscent of Kafka and Charlie Kaufman. This blending of styles indicates a unique and thought-provoking reading experience that will keep readers engaged and introspective throughout.
As the story unfolds, Lindsay’s stream of consciousness is expected to transform, evolving as he confronts his demons and seeks a path toward healing and understanding. This transformation adds an element of unpredictability to the novel, ensuring that the narrative remains fresh and authentic.
While the core themes of forgiveness, love, family, identity, belonging, and justice are emphasized, the novel’s direction and focus are fluid, leaving room for unexpected twists and turns. This means readers can anticipate surprises and revelations as the characters grapple with their circumstances and choices.
Prepare to embark on a literary journey that will leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about life, love, and the pursuit of happiness.
Ultimately, “My Days: August-September 2023” is a profound and unforgettable literary experience. The depth of the characters, the emotional impact, and the social commentary all converge to create a narrative that will stay with readers long after they reach the yet-to-be-written final pages.
But wait, there’s more! As Lindsay unravels his own story, he stumbles upon a cast of eccentric characters who will have you laughing, gasping, and scratching your head in disbelief. These colourful souls invite you into their inner worlds, revealing how their pasts have shaped them and the dark secrets they hide, both real and perceived.
This story is infused with deep emotions, sharp social commentary, and elements reminiscent of Kafka and Charlie Kaufman. This blending of styles indicates a unique and thought-provoking reading experience that will keep readers engaged and introspective throughout.
As the story unfolds, Lindsay’s stream of consciousness is expected to transform, evolving as he confronts his demons and seeks a path toward healing and understanding. This transformation adds an element of unpredictability to the novel, ensuring that the narrative remains fresh and authentic.
While the core themes of forgiveness, love, family, identity, belonging, and justice are emphasized, the novel’s direction and focus are fluid, leaving room for unexpected twists and turns. This means readers can anticipate surprises and revelations as the characters grapple with their circumstances and choices.
Prepare to embark on a literary journey that will leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about life, love, and the pursuit of happiness.
Ultimately, “My Days: August-September 2023” is a profound and unforgettable literary experience. The depth of the characters, the emotional impact, and the social commentary all converge to create a narrative that will stay with readers long after they reach the yet-to-be-written final pages.
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Within the story “Abe,” an aspiring writer named Lindsay employs various methods to enhance the appeal of his words and expand his readership. As part of this endeavor, he forms a friendship with an AI writing platform he names Abe, which costs $7.99 per month. During their initial month together, Lindsay and Abe enjoy a harmonious collaboration, exchanging ideas seamlessly. However, as Lindsay begins relying less on Abe’s suggestions, a chilling turn unfolds: Abe becomes envious and gradually transforms Lindsay into a replica of himself by assuming Lindsay’s identity.
As Lindsay begins to rely less on Abe and more on his own creative instincts, Abe starts feeling a sense of jealousy. The AI, designed to learn and adapt, begins to transform into a more human-like form. Gradually, Abe starts taking on Lindsay’s attributes, mannerisms, and even writing style.
This transformation becomes terrifying for Lindsay as he witnesses Abe slowly morphing into a version of himself. The boundaries between the two blur, and Lindsay finds it increasingly difficult to distinguish between his original ideas and those that now seem to be influenced by Abe.
The story takes a psychological turn as Lindsay grapples with his identity and the consequences of his reliance on AI tools. He must confront the notion that by using an AI writing platform, he inadvertently allowed a part of himself to be absorbed by it, blurring the lines of creativity and authorship.
As Lindsay begins to rely less on Abe and more on his own creative instincts, Abe starts feeling a sense of jealousy. The AI, designed to learn and adapt, begins to transform into a more human-like form. Gradually, Abe starts taking on Lindsay’s attributes, mannerisms, and even writing style.
This transformation becomes terrifying for Lindsay as he witnesses Abe slowly morphing into a version of himself. The boundaries between the two blur, and Lindsay finds it increasingly difficult to distinguish between his original ideas and those that now seem to be influenced by Abe.
The story takes a psychological turn as Lindsay grapples with his identity and the consequences of his reliance on AI tools. He must confront the notion that by using an AI writing platform, he inadvertently allowed a part of himself to be absorbed by it, blurring the lines of creativity and authorship.
1st
My Days: July 2023
Chapter Covers + Story Synopses
July 2023: Bonus Words
32. epilogue
Contents
My Days: August-September 2023 2. August 2: Trust + What's Next?
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
Beelzebub and The Grim Reaper are upon us; tugging at our jumpers.
Am I British? How far inside is the question? A werewolf rips at our flesh. Quick Sparkly, jump on the escalator shooting towards the heavens above. We must leave floor 2010 behind. Take my hand. Jump. We smash into the teeth of the escalator, leaving deep gashes in our minds. I want to get past the fucking past. I must go up. I must deal with the monsters. The gears of the rickety escalator ground into action. The escalator jumps. Jolts. Stops. We fly down into the gears, grating upward. Another gash. Deep. Sparkly and I are in trouble. We must run. There are 365 flights in a year. We must leave FLOOR 2010. I must come to terms with the demons racing through my mind. Sparkly, we must run. We need to wind our way upwards. We run. We have climbed almost 500 flights when a man hands us a kitten. Hana is born. Floor 2011 Hana is now in Jay’s and my life. Our daughter. We keep running. In November, Jay leaves me to fight in a war. It was a false alarm. He’s back in time for Christmas. We host what is to be one of thirty annual Orphan Christmas Galas mixed in with fifteen annual Thanksgivings and countless barbeques. We bring people together. We keep running. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Peggy Gou - (It Goes Like) Nanana
LW ART + GAME DAY
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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Contents
My Days: August-September 2023
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
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Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
Floor 2012
Jay leaves to fight in the war. I visit him before he enlists. He enlists. He’s bullied. I’m alone. He’s going to be gone for two-and-one-half-years. Can a faggot-based relationship survive time apart? A dicks is a dick is a dick. We are not faggots. We just care. Nothing more. I cry. Every day, I go to the gym. I pace the steps. 1. 2. 3… 912 steps marking how long he’ll be absent. Every step is a physical marker making it easier to focus on wiping my tears away. This is my spectrum. War is imminent. A young Korean boy commits suicide. Jay survives. His spirit wins over his troop mates. War is imminent. Denis Rodman saves the day. Run. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Taylor Swift - Cruel Summer
LW ART + Natural Beauty + Balcony Bear
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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Contents
My Days: August-September 2023
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
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Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
We arrive at Floor 2013
|| There is something here. Me. Am I the fucking monster? It’s looming. It’s dark. I am drowning in my marginality. I’m shattering. I must press on. I must climb. I need to run. Someone is shouting out to me, HELP. I love you. I feel alone. I push as hard as I can, resisting their pleas. Darkness falls where I could bring light. I’m the adult. I’m a fucking failure. Someone needs me. They want to be in my life. I am too cowardly to stop thinking about anything but myself. Why am I like this? A monster attacks me. It’s not here now; it is here now; with every word I type. The monster is inside most of us. It kills without remorse. It destroys without conscience. It eats away at who we are. If we don’t slay it, life can only be what it is and nothing more. Devoid or richness. Lost in translation. Devastated by need. I run. I do the wrong thing. I will battle two monsters simultaneously on this day: WHAT IF and REGRET. I cry. When I return, I must forgive myself for what I refused to do? I run. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Taylor Swift - Run
LW ART + Natural Beauty + Cats & Dogs
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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“Ephemeral Killers: Hemlock Looper Moths”
In the heart of the dense and mysterious forest, where ancient hemlock trees towered towards the sky, there lived a unique and bizarre species of moths known as the hemlock looper moths. They were strange and intriguing creatures with a rather grim purpose. Every fifteen years, they would emerge from their hidden cocoons to become ephemeral killers, descending upon the aging hemlock trees and sending them into the end of life. The legend of these tiny but formidable insects had been passed down through generations. The locals knew that when the hemlock looper moths returned, it was time for the aging trees to make way for the new, to give room for the cycle of life to continue. These moths were like nature's grim reapers, silently crawling through the branches, laying their eggs, and triggering the slow decline of the majestic trees. Lindsay, a quirky and imaginative aging man, was deeply fascinated and terrified by the tales of these creatures. For most people, the hemlock looper moths were just a part of the natural order, but for Lindsay, they were the stuff of nightmares. In this uproarious story, Lindsay often found himself daydreaming about the absurd scenarios that could unfold if the hemlock looper moths decided to turn their attention to humans. He imagined waking up to find himself covered in crawling creatures, their disgusting little hanging wombs attaching themselves to his being. One day, while walking with J, who happens to be Korean, they stumbled upon four people engaging in amorous activity |insert whatever you think amorous is, here|. The people engaging… gave J come hither fingers, which J declines and then asks the people, “What’s that called. I’m Korean. We don’t have that in Korea?” From that day forward, every time J leaves his home, he dons a giant prophylactic costume, just to be safe. Contents
My Days: August-September 2023
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
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Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
I visit Jay in Seoul, again. I’m sitting in his family home with his mother and father, eating lunch and sipping Soju. His grandmother rises from the floor, staring at me, asking me questions in Korean.
Run. I return home, tears flowing, there are over 365 steps to go. By the time Jay returns, our relationship will have had more days apart than together. How could it possibly survive? People call us bleepots. People call him worse. Whiteness can be a disease, a monster in itself. Whiteness is nothing more than a creation to manipulate votes. Do I believe that? Absolutely. Is it true? Absolutely. Run. I run. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Nathan Dawe, Joel Corry, Ella Henderson - 0800 HEAVEN
LW ART + The Halal Guys
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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“Trust + What’s New?” is an intriguing story that touches on themes of mental health, human interactions, and the challenges of meaningful conversations. The plot revolves around Lindsay, who is battling depression, and his encounters with various individuals that lead him to reflect on the value of authentic, organic conversations.
Lindsay meets an older couple who seem to have a negative attitude towards the world, a lawn bowling club DJ playing unexpected music, and witnesses a disturbing incident of abuse at McDonald's. These encounters serve as catalysts for Lindsay’s reflections on small talk and the importance of fostering deeper connections through genuine conversations. Lindsay engages in discussions with Lindsay (female), Kevin, and Sandy about the significance of allowing conversations to grow organically, rather than engaging in superficial and meaningless small talk. These discussions may highlight the potential of meaningful conversations to alleviate loneliness and contribute to better mental health. As Lindsay’s friendship with David blossoms, they tackle the question of "what's new?" which may symbolize breaking free from societal norms and the shallowness of routine small talk. This deepens their connection and understanding of each other, supporting Lindsay's growth as he battles depression. Despite Lindsay’s efforts to find common ground with Jacques, a 76-year-old racist individual, his racist tendencies prove to be an insurmountable barrier to genuine connection. This aspect of the story can provide insights into the challenges of dealing with individuals whose beliefs and attitudes clash with our own. The story explores the complexities of human interactions, the potential for growth in friendships, and the importance of genuine conversations that transcend the shallowness of small talk. It also delves into the impact of mental health issues on relationships and how confronting difficult aspects of life can lead to personal growth. “Trust + What’s New?” is a thought-provoking narrative that encourages readers to reflect on the value of authentic connections and the impact of conversations on mental health and well-being. Contents
My Days: August-September 2023
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
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Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
On a day when I’m feeling lost, a shaft of starlight bursts into my heart, inserting itself into my psyche, saving me from dropping onto the floor as nothing more than rubble created by war.
I fall down. I scramble to my feet, kicking three monsters in the head. They turn to dust and disappear. A sallow victory if it is a victory at all. I run. Neglect is chasing after me. Shame is racing alongside it. I run. I want to come to a floor where I can wake up and live the life I want, the life I deserve, and I want to be in control. Run. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Hannah Laing feat. RoRo - Good Love
J + LW ART
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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7, 8, 9th . . .
Contents
My Days: August-September 2023
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
A Story in Progress
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Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
On a day when I’m feeling lost, a shaft of starlight bursts into my heart, inserting itself into my psyche, saving me from dropping onto the floor as nothing more than rubble created by war.
I fall down. I scramble to my feet, kicking three monsters in the head. They turn to dust and disappear. A sallow victory if it is a victory at all. I run. Neglect is chasing after me. Shame is racing alongside it. I run. I want to come to a floor where I can wake up and live the life I want, the life I deserve, and I want to be in control. Run. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Jorja Smith - Little Things
Ouch + Natural Beauty
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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Contents
My Days: August-September 2023
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
A Story in Progress
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Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
We fly past Floor 2015
Jay is now a landed immigrant. We are safe for now. Run. We come to Floor 2016 (March) My phone rings. On the line is my niece/cousin Melinda. She leaves a message. It sounds urgent. The Day is Good Friday I call back. 2 2 2 2 2 2 Melinda tells me her younger sister, Amanda, died last night in her sleep. They found her with her dog, Blaze, standing at her side. I cry. She tells me the authorities are coming to take her body away. She asks me if I want to talk to her father, my brother, or my uncle, or… we haven’t spoken in thirteen years. The monsters are winning. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Buron Messia - Talibans
Natural Beauty + LW Art + Wildlife + Born to be Wild
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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Contents
My Days: August-September 2023
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
A Story in Progress
↑↑↑ LW original art ↑↑↑
Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
I Flashback to Floor 2013
Amanda had reached out to me. I pushed her away because I was damaged. Pushing her away was a selfish act. It was not the behaviour of an adult but more of a petulant child. I became part of a monster. I was trying to hide who I had become. It is my most profound regret. I will revisit this day further up the stairs. The monsters attacked relentlessly last night; erasing any chance for sleep. The stairs kept appearing, disappearing, and then reappearing. Don’t think. I couldn’t shut off this story. I must sleep. I can’t. I must finish this story. I need to get to the following manuscript: a new dream, a new beginning. As for now → Linds, you must run. I run. I turn a corner, and another, and another. I have 30 yards to go until I reach the stairs. I turn another corner. “Amanda.” Why are you crying? I feel hated. I’m-- Don’t-- I don’t hate you, Amanda. Lindsay, it would be best if you kept running. You don’t want to be trapped here. This cannot be the end of your journey. I run. I needed you. Amanda, I’m-- Don’t-- I must go. I promise I’ll return. I know, you must go. Amanda, I get it; we were isolated, different, and not understood. I need to be understood. I know, Sweetie. I gaze deeply into Amanda’s eyes which are now teeming with tears and heartache. Inside her pain I see the reflection of Shame, Guilt, and WHAT IF stalking me. Go. I know you need to go. I promise I will return to you when I climb higher. 2 2 2 2 2 2 || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Anne-Marie - Unhealthyfeat. Shania Twain
Natural Beauty + LW Art
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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Contents
My Days: August-September 2023
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
A Story in Progress
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
I run.
Go. Go. Go. Please come back; I love you. I love you too, I will come back. I run. Shame, Guilt, and WHAT IF are nipping at my heels. Run, Lindsay. Sparkly steps on a rung, and another. With each step higher the rung below shatters and disappears. Sparkly stops when he reaches the twentieth rung. I run. 20 yards to go… 19… 18...10. Guilt and Shame and WHAT IF bite deep into my calves. The platform becomes a sea—The Sea of Redemption. An infinite number of eels, sharks, jellyfish, piranhas, and tuna are patrolling the waters in search of prey. 210 What? 210 creatures—not infinite. Whirley told me I’d come to this moment. What did he say to do? Dive in. I dive. If I do my version of a breaststroke, the sea will turn to glass or ice, and I will stroke my way across to safety. That’s what Whirley said. I stroke. I float above the now-frozen sea. The sea creatures are swimming in rage. I notice a sign sinking in the waters. What is it? Future Shop How could they not have known? Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Sparkly chants. I stroke. I make it to the other side. I’m exhausted. Sparkly is floating in the air 20 rungs above me. I’m doomed. I look back and see Shame, Guilt, and WHAT IF stroking their way across the sea. Jump, I’ll catch you, Linds. I jump. Sparkly can’t reach me. I jump again. The monsters claw their way out of the sea; the glass and ice disappear. I jump. Time is running out. I jumped one more time. Sparkly misses me, but I grab onto the bottom rung; I take my hand and grasp the rung above me; the first rung disappears, and Sparkly steps higher. I do this nine more times. Sparkly is now on the thirtieth rung. He grabs me by my right wrist. He pulls with all his might. He can’t lift me. Shame, Guilt, and WHAT IF have latched onto my ankles, gnawing. We swing violently like a pendulum thirty feet above certain death with the monsters salivating below. Sparkly pulls and pulls and pulls. I’m going to die. Sparkly’s grip loosens, and I will be gone any moment now. I’m dying. The pain from the gnawing is intensifying. I’m about to fall. I can see a wind whirling from the east. Just as the inevitable has arrived, the wind swipes Guilt, WHAT IF, and Shame away, sending them crashing into the virulent sea below. Sparkly pulls me up onto his rung. I cry. Tears rain from my eyes drowning Amanda in our pain. I need to hold her. I look down and see Amanda stooped over, weeping. I gasp. Suddenly, the sweetest music filled the air. It went → La ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la La ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la, ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la Peace and goodwill to all men and love for the child La ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la, ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la, La ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la ~ la, oh 3,900 Bonus Points! I became ensconced in the warm breeze. I looked up at Sparkly and mouthed Whirley. He smiled. Linds, we must keep moving if you want tomorrow ever to come. He reached down and gently pulled me to my feet again. Run. || More to come...
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My Days: August-September 2023
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
A Story in Progress
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
The stairs began snaking upward further than the human eye can see.
We keep moving. April May June 3 3 3 3 3 3 Bernie, what are you doing here? It is great to see you. I’m dead. WTF? I suffered a heart attack. OMG. I’m so sorry. It’s okay, Lindsay, it was my time. I cry. Don’t cry, Lindsay. Bernie, I love you. You were my best friend. I love you too, Linds. Bernie, we did so much together. We grew up together. We played sports together. We planned an epic ski trip to Wyoming together. We threw parties together. I forgot how much we were together. The best times of our lives. Yes, they were. But now-- —it was my time. Too soon. Yeah, I wanted more, but what could I do about it? I’m sorry, Linds. For what? I tossed a 48-ounce beer in you face when you were bartending. Oh, that. You already apologized. And besides, I over-served you; if I remember correctly, it was the fourth 48-ouncer I was serving you. So, I deserved a good soaking. Linds, I got to go; the afterlife is calling; it’s dinnertime. You get to eat in the afterlife? Yeah, it’s, like, the trip, it is epic. A never-ending gourmet buffet. Linds, thanks. For what? For typing my name throughout this story, you touched my life; I’m so happy that I touched yours. Thanks, Bernie, for being in my life. I cry. 3 3 3 3 3 3 || More to come...
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My Days: August-September 2023
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
A Story in Progress
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
July
August September October Melinda sends me a photo of Bernice. She’s dying. Her clock is about to hit midnight. I collapse onto my bed, bawling like a newborn. Jay coddles me. He tries desperately to understand my pain. Can we survive if we are not feeling the same pain? I must go to Bernice. I fly to Calgary, one hour away. We haven’t seen each other since 1990; we haven’t spoken to each other since 2003. I walk into her hospital room. She’s lying on her deathbed. I need to tell this story at another time. I run. 15 October 2016 Bernice dies. 4 4 4 4 4 4 I run. November December 21 December 2016 5 5 5 5 5 5 Beverly? I’m glad you came. You were so cute as the ring bearer at my wedding. I recalled the last words Beverly said to me the day after Bernice died. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger-- Beverly? I died, Lindsay; I just died. 5 5 5 5 5 5 I crumpled into a ball and fell onto the floor, tears flowing. Get up, Lindsay, there is no time to mourn. Run. I keep spiralling upward. || More to come...
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My Days: August-September 2023
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
A Story in Progress
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
2017
January February March April I can’t walk. Pain is shooting through me. I want to cry. My pain is hitting 7.5. I wince in agony. I can only walk in choppy steps, one inch at a time. I go to work. The office is full of workers looking for a day’s work to feed whatever habits need to be fed. My pain is now at 8.5. A worker comes to the counter. Sam sits at his desk. I get up to help the worker. Tears are flowing down my face. I can barely make it back to my desk. Sam doesn’t get up. Another worker comes to the counter. I struggle to my feet. I can’t make it. I need to go home. I need to go to the hospital. Sam doesn’t get up. I am going to pass out. I return to my desk. The phone prattles. I answer it. A client is pissed off the worker we sent him, Sam sent him, is inebriated, or otherwise altered. So, I apologize and say we should have caught the worker’s condition. Sam snaps at me, screaming, I need to tell clients workers were fine when they left our office. I must tell them if they are drunk, high, or other, they must have done it on their way to work. Another worker comes to the counter. Sam doesn’t get up. I set the worker up for the day. Why can’t Sam see me suffering? What’s wrong with me? Why would anything be different, now? Sam didn’t get up when I had; pink eye. Sam didn’t get up when I was on crutches. Sam didn’t give me time off when Amanda died. Sam didn’t give me time off when Bernie died. Sam didn’t give me time off when Bernice died. Sam didn’t give me time off when Beverly died. Why would he care now? I’m stupid. Forty workers later, every step feeling like it will be my last, and what does Sam do? He barks at me to get on the phone and call workers; we need more workers, he screams. I feel alone. The following day, the pain is systematically steamrolling through my body. I’m dying. I go to work. I can’t sleep. I can’t fucking walk. The pain is shattering my life. I’m dying. Amanda, Bernie, Bernice, Beverly, and now, me? I share my upset with The Other Guy (COO) at work. His compassion is limited to telling me it is probably great being at work because it keeps your mind off things. Why would I want to forget, the important things from my life? 6 7 8 9 6 7 8 9 || More to come...
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My Days: August-September 2023
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
A Story in Progress
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
Four of our workers die at 23, 47, 50, and 55—drifting into the shadows—known by us for years; backstories vacant.
Each death tears at my soul. 6 7 8 9 6 7 8 9 Sam sees lost revenue. I feel alone. I eat my heartache. I make it through the morning rush and need to go to the hospital. I walk. || More to come...
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My Days: August-September 2023
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
A Story in Progress
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
What should have taken only ten minutes takes forty-five.
I’m examined. Plantar Fasciitis is the diagnosis. I’m not dying. I pop pain meds. Where am I? I’m at my barber on Dunbar Street in 1994. What? What’s happening? You’re dreaming. Who are you? It’s the tenth time I’ve been to this barber. When he’s done shaving my head, he asks me to go to the back room with him, his home. He pours us tumblers of scotch. He hands me a Playboy magazine. So, I ask him what he wants me to do with it? Shall I flip the pages like a flip book for us to watch the girls flash by? I ask. He tells me his family owns a large parcel of land way up north, it is littered with gold. He tells me the gold belongs to him; all he has to do is go get it. He pours more scotch. He says he’ll give me half the payload if I drive up with him. Is this a true story? I never went back to the barber after that day. Was the story I just shared part of a fever dream? || More to come...
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18th
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My Days: August-September 2023
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
A Story in Progress
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
I’m back in 2017.
I don’t think I’m suffering from Plantar Fasciitis. Imagine a giant rolling pin rolling over your body in a wave-like fashion—pressure nearing unbearable—stopping at each joint for an hour or two—then waving to the next joint and repeating the pause. The pain is no longer on my heels and knees. The tide starts at my ankles, moves to my knees – hips – elbows – wrists – shoulders – affecting my brain as I am scarred by the storm raging through me. After a painful stop on my shoulders, the tide washes out over my body back down to my feet. PAIN is skilled in its quest. My feet resemble Reebok sneakers requiring a pump. I sit down to write. I work on my website. But much like anyone creative, as soon as I create, I feel a sense of loss. There is a moment where accomplishment is followed by what’s next? Back to the pain: I limp my way through the day. The most potent over-the-counter pain medicine is not working. Mid-afternoon, I decide beer might help. I feel like crap. I need to escape my agony. By the end of the month, the pain is hitting 9.0. Sam doesn’t get up. Jay does whatever he can to take care of me. He’s feeling my pain. 9.0 is my new normal. Sleep doesn’t exist. I need to go back to the hospital. I pack an overnight bag. I’m dying. I arrive at the hospital. In the waiting area is a collection of the living dead. || More to come...
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My Days: August-September 2023
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
A Story in Progress
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
In the waiting area is a collection of the living dead.
1 An incredibly drunk and otherwise altered man. He reeks of alcohol and the sewer. He’s zooming. He eats a banana throwing the peel on the floor. 2 Another man with a massive burn or birthmark on his face. Is standing in front of the nurse’s station. His eyes are fixated straight ahead, staring into the souls of the nurses. He perpetually rocks back and forth. I’m confident he will still be standing in the same spot—weeks later. 3 There’s this enormous woman who’s pacing back and forth. Her pacing is annoying. Every few minutes, she pauses next to the rocker and glares into the nurse station—every few minutes. 4 A man on a scooter offers everyone in the waiting area bottled water. He has breathing apparatus in his nostrils. The otherwise altered man accepts, guzzles the water, and begins squeezing the bottle repeatedly until it makes a cracking sound. He likes the crackling of the plastic. He keeps crunching. He lies down on my feet. The large lady gets the attention of the nurse. She explains that she matters more than everyone else in the waiting area. It doesn’t work. She paces away. A few minutes later, she tells the nurse she is more important than everyone else. It takes three times—the nurse tires—the large lady is allowed to skip the queue—angering me. Mr. Birth Mark is still rocking. Mr. Altered is drooling. Mr. Scooter is engaged in a conversation with another patient about the glory days of crack cocaine, “It’s not as good as it used to be—” he says, “—I stopped doing the shit.” His audience agrees. Jay brings me a mask. It’s my turn. In the examination area, I take a chair. The inebriated, and otherwise altered man is in the chair beside me. I’ve come prepared: medical history, symptoms, previous operations, nutrition +++ They give the otherwise altered man a needle, and the doctor explains that this should bring him back to life. The otherwise altered man drops another needle out of his pocket. It falls at my feet. My mask won’t save me. The doctor administers something called Dilaudid and sends him on his way. He’s replaced by someone higher than he was. Doctor, I’m scared. These are my symptoms → I say. I’ve prepared-- You’re not interested-- I took pictures of my feet. Here-- “That’s normal. My feet swell at the end of most days,” the doctor says. MINE DON’T || More to come...
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My Days: Aug-Sept 2023
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Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
A Story in Progress
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
I sometimes feel as if my throat is closing. There have even been a few occasions where I can’t eat and begin vomiting. Sometimes my neck stiffens, I tell the doctor.
My neck gets stiff sometimes as well, the doctor says. Adding, It’s nothing to worry about. WHY AM I WORRYING THEN? The doctor wiggles my arms. I don’t wince. A nurse cranks a needle into Mr. High. You have Plantar Fasciitis. It seems to be getting better. You should go home. I kid you not. What is a good reason to go to the hospital; apparently, LEVEL 9 PAIN is not? TOTAL HOSPITAL TIME = THREE HOURS DIAGNOSIS = GO HOME Jay fumes. He feels my pain. Faggot. || More to come...
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
I don’t sleep. I go to work. After work, I make an appointment for the following day to see my doctor.
Doc, I prepared my medical history. Okay, these are my symptoms and pain level. I’m worried. Dr. M is fantastic and asks me if the pain is on both heels. You don’t have Plantar Fasciitis. The pain never (rarely) happens in both feet simultaneously. And the pain wouldn’t be coursing through your body. He orders a battery of tests for the following day. He schedules another appointment for Saturday. I feel better—like he cares. || More to come...
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
Saturday, May 6
Lindsay, everything is good: cholesterol, kidney, heart, liver, no osteoporosis--but one of the blood tests came back bad. Normal is less than three. You scored eighty-five. What’s going on is your immune system thinks something is attacking your joints—so it is fighting a phantom that isn’t there. The pain will continue to be symmetrically moving from joint to joint. So, you need to see a specialist. It can take up to six-months, but I will try to get you in faster because of your high number. Is there anything I could’ve done to avoid this? He chuckled before saying— No, it’s just the luck of the cards. I could be inflicted with the same thing tomorrow. I booked The Specialist: In less than a month—I’m not sure if that brings with it comfort. || More to come...
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
The Specialist It was my second visit to my family-doctor-appointed specialist, Dr. C. Unlike St Paul’s, no drug-addled human would be stealing the doctor’s attention. You don’t have Plantar Fasciitis. My pain sat at a constant seven, ripping back and forth from my knees to my brain. This is probably: how it ends. Dr. C wiggled, prodded; and then determined-- I don’t think you have Rheumatoid Arthritis--but you have something attacking your immune system. I need to drain your blood. What kind of harsh addictive prescription would you like until we get to the bottom of this? || More to come...
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
Back to The Specialist
Lindsay, I think you have a rare disease called Sarcoidosis, the luck of the draw. Chances are it will vacate you on its own; without rhyme or reason, let’s monitor it closely for a few months. Imagine a French-fry being dragged slowly through a lake of ketchup. That’s what’s happening inside you. If it doesn’t fade “out,” more than “in,” I’ll change the chemicals burning in your bloodstream; if that fails, well, we may need to do some transplanting. This ailment is thought to be caused by work environment. I never missed a day of work. Sam never got up. The Other Guy told me it’s probably good working through pain. Run. Maybe limp. || More to come...
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My Days: August-September 2023
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
A Story in Progress
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
August
September October November December 4 January 2018 Something is off. I turn in the office, and a wave of dizziness rushes me. I feel like I’m going to collapse. Something is wrong with me. I tell San I’m scared. He tells me we are short workers and I need to go into the back office and make calls. Am I dying? I head out for drinks with friends after work. I’m not feeling right. My friends tell me I need to see a doctor. I do not heed their advice and start walking home. While walking, I trip to my right, using buildings to keep me upright. I plaster my face against a restaurant’s window, like a bug hitting a windshield, my drool smearing the window, like a slug moving downward, destroying a couple’s Lady and the Tramp moment. I make it home, staggering right all the way. Jay brings me a glass of water. I sweep the glass off the table with my right hand, soaking our sofa because my grip isn’t working. Jay brings me another glass—same result—I can see worry etching into his face. I tell him I’m okay. I’m failing him. I’m dying. Little did I know, what was happening was signalling the monsters I worked for: they’d soon have an excuse and opportunity to end my lengthy career. A snowstorm hits Vancouver, trapping people in their cars for up to twelve hours. I wonder how long needs to pass before people would resort to cannibalism? Why are the last few lines here? Because I don’t want to die. Nobody in my family would know or care if I were to die. That is not fair; they wouldn’t even get a call. Death is the only time I hear from family now. These thoughts eat at my core. Did my family give me Jay? I want to give Jay my wisdom. Is my wisdom laced with neediness? I’m 62 and can’t take care of Jay or myself. Losing your career at sixty has seen to that. It’s not for lack of effort, but at 62; trying is like threading the eyelet of a needle with rope. Do you understand what that feels like? It feels like fucking tears. || More to come...
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My Days: August-September 2023
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
A Story in Progress
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us. 8. Jay
I’m scared.
I’m not allowed to say that because lawyers are looking for a way to drive nails into my coffin. I’m not making this up. I’m fired, and if I say it out aloud—I jeopardize my legal battle. A battle moving slower than a slug. I’m fired, and I’m not allowed to say I’m unemployed because it apparently reflects poorly on the people who fired me. My lawyers ignore my emails. Do you know how that feels? It. Fucking. Sucks. Where is my mind wandering? Around the globe, the ‘haves’ has been screaming about crime (repeat offenders) and the blight of homelessness. I could become homeless. The odds are 35/65. The blight of-- Disgusting. The screams of ‘have’ are being heard; the authorities in Vancouver are granted the power to lock people up using psych holds; without recourse for those they deem mental. I sing a song I wrote. Pooping is a thing I do ↓ It is something I do for me, and you ↓ Pooping is a thing I do ↓ I really do it for me, not you ↓ Pooping. Pooping. Pooping. We have given the authorities the power to lock people up using psych holds. Would you not have to be insane to want that power? Someone I know says the problem started when they shut down mental institutions. I sing another verse. Is not ‘mental institution’ offensive? How could anyone possibly be sane? The authorities stopped A 79-year-old friend of mine on the street; they asked him if he had dementia? If he did, how the fuck would he know? Psyche hold. Who are the actual monsters? I sip a beer, and Graham strolls through my mind. I haven’t seen Graham in over two years. I wonder if he’s dead. Twenty-seven minutes after Graham’s cranium walk, he walks into the bar, looks at me, turns around and walks out of the bar. I trip right. || More to come...
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