Kyle R. Schreiber Part 1: Strangers & Coffee Far from a coffee snob or a foodie, I once slept at a truck stop in Montana, and I’ve got to tell ya to this day, that was the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had the next morning. It all started when Pat O’Mara and I …
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Always Going Somewhere
“You’re always going somewhere”
How I wish to be a Traveling Writer
Kyle Schreiber Someday I’ll be a traveling writer; I’ve got a story or two to tell. Nothing bad or defaming, but I figure what the hell. Now that I think of it, I’ve got more than just one or two, I think I have about six dozen active ideas, but let’s keep that between me …
A Journal from Bidwell Park
Kyle Schreiber What was I suppose to do? Where should I sit? I mean, the park is only so big and most of the trees were occupied by yoga enthusiasts or bongo musicians. In the open grass picnics were underway with smiles and sunshine filling the air. I passed a few fellas playing hacky sack …
I’m getting tired of being treated like a poker chip in a world leaders high stakes game.
Vestiges of Eternity: Ergo Station
Patrick Mazzu & Kyle Schreiber Buffalo, New York firstname.lastname@example.org Ergo Station The bow of the Indwell drifted towards Ergo Station’s wide docking terminal. After traveling thirteen lightyears through an uncharted expanse, IP and Captain Castor Vale received a communication from two furloughed crewmembers: Zere and Redmon. Stopovers at a place like Ergo …
Cold January and February had a baby, March was its name.
7th Street Station
Kyle Schreiber I’ve found myself imprisoned in a dimly lit subway station for the past three years. All around passengers waited for trains, ready to move on with their lives. Every now and again a train would approach. The bright light fixed on the engine’s nose would illuminate the ugly puke-colored floor tiles and …
Elliot King and The Midway Mile
Smuggling, almost romance, and the run of his life.
One evening in late August, a power outage struck across the entire city of Buffalo. Now this probably wouldn’t bother most people, however, I am terrified of the dark. This fear is recent; I never seemed to be troubled in childhood by this phobia, but something happened a while back, and since then, I haven’t been …