Hope Found in Falling

by David King on February 1, 2014

This blog has been neglected of late, so I thought I would share something from some time ago; something creative. This short story (if it requires a label) was written in 2001 (I was 20). It’s a piece that’s always stuck with me. Its original title was simply Hope.

Perhaps it was in the very beginning, when all things cold were warm and all things hard were soft. Perhaps it was when the belly buttons of babies were sewn up just right, when the mouths of liars were oh so tight, when the darkness of night was always just a little bright. Perhaps it was there growing so strongly in the recesses of the human mind. Perhaps it was here, in the sand beneath his toes, in the fabric of his jeans, in the air around us all. Perhaps it … Keep Reading Here


Fill It Wisely, Fill It With Love Stories

by David King on February 14, 2013

Do we all want the same things?

I’m 31 years old, and I’m not sure of everything I want.

But I am sure of some things…

I want adventure. When I was young, I wanted to be a paleontologist, an astronomer, and a zoologist all in the span of five or six years. My nights were spent dreaming of space, and my days were spent sketching dinosaurs and building sewers out of cardboard for my Ninja Turtle action figures. Today, adventure is dreamed up a little differently, as something closer to seeing the world. Ideally, I would save it, if such an adventure were possible.

I want stability. The most stable time in my life was when my parents were together and I never knew of loss. I remember feeling this extreme sense of sadness and grief over the mere … Keep Reading Here