King of the Nerds

I suppose I ought to make a post about this. I’m a contestant on Season 2 of King of the Nerds on TBS! ( I’m really excited for the show to air on January 23rd! It’ll be 9 PM Central time, on Thursday nights starting then for 8 episodes.

Check out my awesome introduction video here!

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Projection On Paper


I’ve decided to put this here as an introduction/explanation to this blog. If you’ve seen it before, scroll down to the good stuff! This is a dump site for poetry and occasional stories, most of which are experimental in nature (if you’re looking for my author/novel website, click here to visit!) There’s a lot of content here, and I only consider some of it to be any good (and a small number of works to be exceptional), but quality has never been the goal of this website. Just writing is healthy, and this site is a way for me to write regularly and share it with those who might want to see it. This blog has been running since early 2012, and I’ve changed a lot since then in my style of writing. Much of the early things here I feel belong in the aforementioned “dump” that this website serves as, but I’d rather leave them there for my own and other’s pleasure.

Also, a brief note about my poetry. I don’t consider myself a poet (or at least it’s not what I pride myself on), but I enjoy writing poetry. 99.99% of the time the word “I” does not refer to Zachary Storch in any way shape or form–I write characters in poems. None of these are about me. I’m comfortable sharing piles of poems on the internets–but if you want to use one somewhere please click here and contact me.

As for the stories on this site: I’m an novelist, so I can’t exactly post all my best stuff here on the internet. There really isn’t a story here I consider to be outstanding (I truly am my own worst critic, however). But I have a few here still, because I enjoy creating and sharing what I can.

The “Life Captures” as I have dubbed them are an experiment in photography/video. Some of them end up profound, others leave you scratching your head, but they’re interesting. 

For more about the concept behind this blog, click here.

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Random word poem via typing random letters and then filling it in afterwards. Also, this is the poem title. It’s much longer than the poem. I could say this is some kind of experiment, or I am trying something new, but in reality the below poem lacks meaning other than it being random words that came from random letters. I typed it while surrounded by art students, an unusual place for me to sit when I normally write in my apartment, to try and see if placing myself somewhere new could allow me to see something new. Maybe even to absorb the energy in the room, like an experiment. That’s an experiment. This poem isn’t. And this is just me trying to explain why the below poem is so short and meaningless and this title is so long. It worked, though. I met three new faces as well. Three people I would not have crossed paths with. I don’t remember their names though, so maybe it doesn’t matter too much. I mean, if I wasn’t there, I don’t think their lives would have gone much differently, you know? Me being there probably didn’t change much. But I did meet three new faces. And that’s not to say that I don’t change things. I’m sure I do. And meeting anyone changes everything. We really see so little in our own bubble after all. I guess that goes back to what I was saying about wanting to put myself into a new set of surroundings in the form of different people. I can’t see very much on my own, and they can’t either, but I guess together we can see something. Except I don’t remember their names. But I did write this poem. I mean, the thing below this. This is just the title. There’s no meaning in the poem. It didn’t matter that it was there and met people either. But I’m sure that if this poem was a person, it’s field of view would feel expanded right now. I guess it’s how I’ve always thought about the world. I talk to people at bus stops. Not afraid to say it. It’s great. I see everything as a character, and every time I meet someone as a chance to learn more about life through them. If that’s not what socializing is about, than I don’t know what it is. Just an ego boost or something. I do hear people with high self-esteem are happier. But there’s more than that. Because sometimes you do change things, and those times make all the times you don’t worth the awkward moment of saying “Hello, my name is XXXX” and getting a grunt in response when you hoped the other person would introduce themselves back and maybe you could get to know each other, be friends, get help with homework or even just have them give you the time. Or maybe if you were attracted to them, you wanted to go on a date and became disappointed that nothing happened when you said hello. But you still met them, and while we forget things said in passing, you now know that some people won’t check their watch or phone for you and would rather grunt than give the time. That was still an impact, even if you didn’t change much. Because now there’s this story about you walking up to someone at the park bench and asking for the time by being all friendly and getting less than friendly back. And that’s okay. Your bubble got bigger, and so did theirs. But I’m getting ahead of myself when this is just a title and the poem is so insignificant and meaningless – A Projection on Paper poem by Zachary Storch

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Author’s Note: I am soooo performing this next time I have a chance to open mic.

Harry Potter Walks Fast Without His Broom

I love to run, and speed walk if I’m indoors. I was in the skyway today and went past a guy who said “Harry Potter walks faaaasst without his broom.”

I looked around and saw no other suitable canadites, so I assume he was talking about me. Afterall, it’s not the first time I’ve been called Harry Potter. But I thnk he meant it as an insult.

I mean, I’m not a big fan of his stories, but I wouldent mind being Harry Potter. Then I could throw people across rooms with spells and conjure light when it’s dark. Plus, I would have a flying broom. I don’t think I’d mind it one bit. Besides, darn muggle, you’re eating chips while walking slow.

I’ll take Harry Potter anyday.


Opalescence is just a way for something to glow
Glows of themselves only are bright because they were once dim
And I can’t say I’m stupid
I won’t because I’m not
But I will say I’m trying
And I’m not going to stop
It’s all been too much work
I want to but I won’t
It’s stressful and I lack the time
But the best things in life glow