An Ambiguous Tale

"The Honesty of Truth"  By: Brendan Cadman The truth is candid. It does not protect your vanity, with colorful disguises or gentle words. It is a monster whose kingdom reigns, between the heartless and the compassionate, where what you want bows to what you need.   The truth is liberating. Without it our ships navigate over choppy waters,  lost in the dying light of a sinking sun, within the witching hour between twilight and nightfall. Through the hazy fog and spraying mist of uncertainty, it is the only light that can guide you to the dock. The truth is courageous.  It is a choice to turn your back on the pain, and falling feeling of agony and intimidation.  To stand with your feet planted firmly beneath you, in the midst of danger and pain. It never compromises in difficult times, even in the unrelenting face of armageddon.   The truth is just.  It does not disparage against the have-nots, nor succumb to the bidding of the well-off. Within

"I Just Needed You To Know" By: Brendan Cadman On a cool and misty Saturday afternoon, Ethan and Jacob sit on a large black leather sofa inside of their two bed room apartment in Lincoln Park. Drinking and watching football as the grey clouds outside softly spray water against the window, the two friends spend hours passing beers and engaging in various different topics of discussion. Ethan reclines the sofa, lounging in his grey sweats and green hoodie, as Jacob repositions himself to the lazy-boy recliner on the other side of the room.  "You want another?" Ethan offers to Jacob as he reaches into a small cooler placed on the living room table in front of the sofa covered with empty beer cans and a half full pizza box.  "Nah I'm okay man," Jacob declines.  "What are you all dressed up for anyway?" Ethan comments on the dress shirt and slacks that Jacob is sporting. "I'm actually meeting Sofia's parent

"In A City Of One Million" By: Brendan Cadman Skyscrapers rise from the sprawling canvas, of a bustling city as the buildings pierce the clouds, and knock on heaven's gate.  Constellations blurred out of sight,  from the glaring headlights and,  luminosity of blazing marquees, guiding star-crossed lovers on,  an imminently unspoken  collision course of worlds. Eyes of blue scan the crowded room in innocent curiosity,  all the while being undeniably pulled into, the magnetic trance of a pair of emerald green. There stood a boy quiet and content, to hold up the boulder life placed on his shoulders. Looking but not searching nor seeking, for anything more than what he is.  Afraid to place his life and worth, into the hands of a stranger, avoiding the cloaked daggers tip aimed for his heart. There stood a girl looking to be loved, for more than what was forthwith and self-evident. Untethered by the past and unburden by the flaws, the swinging door of he