Winning

The only way you can ever fail is to give up.

Success is what happens when you give up on losing.

Winning is failure at its finest,

for when you have won, you are done.

 

I’m not being poetic here, I am being philosophic if anything. Life is fun because we are never in a situation where we can just sit there in paradise, that is, unless you are one of the few people who ever reaches that point of fame. Yet we have people that famous, and know what a lot of them do? They tackle problems, like hunger and stuff. They don’t need to, and people can say it’s for money but they don’t need more money.

No one wants to win, everyone wants to succeed. Succeeding is like a lesser form of winning, a form which is less depressing because you have to keep succeeding in order to hold on to your place of success.

I’m going to strive for success.

Lost to the Wind

Sometimes I wonder what it was all about. Others I wonder why I fought back.
It could have been so easy to say yes, to give in.

It was unheard of, untold of. From thin air it came out of.
Like a gust of wind it moved. So fast it lacked sound, traced only by its path.
It moved surroundings as it went, a phantom presence.
I saw that gust everyday. Knew it was special,  but did not know what to say.
Then you saw it and I knew it was real. We gave it a name, which gave it a form.
The form gave it power, it gave it strength. It moved as it had, yet now visually traced.
The creature was large, ungainly and horrid.
Now seen by all, changed from harmless to violent. Continue reading

Number 55

Break on through let no one stop you. Push the knife of life harder. Find what’s to be, ways to see that where you are is where you ought to be.

Look outside; it’s snowing. Catch a snowflake on your tongue. Don’t let it melt. If it is raining, freeze it into a cube. Take the cube and make it an egg. Hatch a plan.

At the root of that plan should be health. At the buds should be aggression, acceleration. The stems are paths to take. Follow one like a stream. Ore in hand. Float down, down, down. Find the falls. Let them freeze too. Walk out of your kayak before it melts with the snowflake and look for land. Follow the lighthouse to shore. Feel the sand under your feet, in your hand. Throw the sand and watch it fall like the frozen-cube-egg-plan-rain. Shake it like a snow-globe. Like a ball. Throw the ball. Let the air catch it and throw it back. Continue reading

Faster

Only one post today but it’s good… a story!

 

Faster

By Zachary Storch

Jeff Hansen watched another tree fall to the whirling blades of the tree clearer, hearing the lurching of wood followed by a loud thud as the trunk landed onto the cleared grass, throwing up a cloud of musty dirt. The smells of sap and overworked, overheating motors was carried through the logging camp on sawdust.

 “How much is a log worth anyway?” Jeff shouted to Head Logging Supervisor Matt Kaleb.

“We don’t get paid by the tree Jeff, we get paid for clearing them all so buildings can be built,” Head Logging Supervisor Matt Kaleb smacked a mosquito off his arm as it jabbed into him. It fell down to the ground, dead like the trees but silent. “We got someone coming down here today who says he has something that will change our work forever, make it faster.” Continue reading

The Boy and the Ghost

I wrote this awhile ago and decided I should post it.

The Boy and the Ghost By Zachary Storch
It was a plain summer evening. The sun was just beginning to set, and Gregory Smith was outside playing ball with his friends. The summer was a good time to be young; free from the bonds of elementary school to enjoy the warm breeze and the world around him, after his mom made him put on sunscreen of course. He heard his mother now, calling him and his friends in for dinner. Isaac Colton kicked the ball away, and it rolled out of their Continue reading