Author Archives: abutcherwriter

About abutcherwriter

I'm just a writer musing about life, love, and the agonies and magic of both.

The Loneliest Being

Yesterday, I finished season two of Doctor Who (don’t judge me yet), and it broke my heart. I could not believe what happened at the end. David Tennant and Billie Piper play sad very well.  As my eyes filled with … Continue reading

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Wanderlust

Once upon a time, I went on a cross-country road trip, and since then, I haven’t wanted to be back. I feel a certain loneliness, longing, ache for the open road. I miss the cramped car, my music all day … Continue reading

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A Letter

Dear Sir, I’m not sure if you care, but I’m doing fine. I wish you’d tell me how you’re doing, but I won’t ask you because I’m afraid you won’t answer. I tell you cool news about life, and I … Continue reading

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Isn’t it Funny?

Funny, how you’re so used to crying into someone’s shoulder, but now you’re just crying into a pillow. Funny, how that’s the same pillow you shared a few months ago, your fingers intertwined as you whispered to each other your … Continue reading

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7/23/2013

If I want to be a writer, I have to write. I can’t sit on the internet browsing Tumblr and Facebook, robotically reblogging things that strike my fancy. I need my own space that can be taken seriously, something that … Continue reading

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