A Lesson Not Learned.

Welcome to the Lesson Not learned series. A collection of stories started by a contest the series is quickly evolving into something more. Here you will find narratives that challenge you. With that please enjoy the Lesson Not Learned Series.

November 2012:

A Lesson Not Learned: Reflections of a Prisoner's Lament

It has been over a year since I have seen the light of day. A year has passed since they let me out of these dark dingy halls. Every day I am assigned a duty that keeps me down here instead of up there. All I want is to see light one more time, one last time before I succumb....

December/January 2012-13

 

A Lesson Not Learned: Deceleration of Wall Street's Love

 

This rotating glass door is a moronic juxtaposition to how I feel and who I am. Extravagant, gold plated, revolving on its own in an infinite show of strength and resilience. I am a hollow shell of this door: impoverished, stagnant,growing in my own gloom and ironically a mirror of the true business that goes on here. Walking through this door for the hundredth time,I am here only to play with others' money, never knowing the meaning of wealth myself.

February/March 2013

A Lesson Not Learned: Relationship Advice From the Deep South

“You here Tom?” I hear Lauren call out to me. Arriving home from a long day of work. 

Staring at our chipped porcelain sink, full of my own blood, I can not bear to face Lauren right now. Our relationship is responsible for my current condition and Lauren will take it to heart. Lauren will take my attack to heart and make a foolish decision that will doom us both.

April/May 2013

A Lesson Not Learned: Dog Days.

A single fluorescent light flashes in the distance. One light illuminating this place of dark hope. I’ve been lucky, I guess, I’m alive. Even though I live in a place that reeks of stale urine and despair at least I live. I have come back here a few times now from different homes and have not been sacrificed like the others. This place isn’t that bad when you think about it. Food, a bed, and medicine are provided for us. As long as you can look past the bars it isn’t that bad. As long as you realize this place is void of hope it is not too bad.

“Wake up mongrels,” a guard yells at us as he walks in. “Damnmutts don’t even know what we are calling them.”