Spencer Moseley

Justin was disgustingly chewing gum. Barry leaned on a pillar-like thing holding up the gazebo and tried to focus on whatever some dude was talking about. Barry couldn't remember his name because his method of remembering names involved associating a name with some striking feature. And Mr. Nameless was the plainest looking white dude he'd ever seen: blonde hair cut at Great Clips, logo-less glasses, and a punchable frat boy face. Justin blew a bubble, and Barry wanted to scratch off the bit of gum struggling to hang onto his upper lip. Barry noticed Leila talking quickly to a group of girls in another corner. She smiled and looked as carefree as she always did. He was her plus one as of that morning. They'd had sex the night before. Or was that a one-night stand? Waking up to her "want to go to a wedding?" text was odd. She'd left her jacket in his apartment, but she hadn't said a word when he gave it to her on the car ride to the wedding. Their mutual fr...

"No, don't come down yet," said the mother. Jayden tapped his curly black hair, spun around and sat on the ground. He could already see the presents downstairs that his mother had carefully set up for his birthday. She sat by the hearth, sipping a coffee. It was cold in the house because Jayden had an inconvenient January birthday. Jayden's mother and father whispered a bit and his father said, "Come on down, Jayden!"  Jayden screeched with joy and ran down the stairs in his onesie. He snatched the first present, but his mother yelled, "Wait! We need to get some pictures first." Then she looked at her husband, "Can't you make him wait two minutes?" "Martha, it's fine," mumbled the father. The mother rolled her eyes, made a dramatic sigh, and held the camera while Jayden held his present; but he made the mistake of opening his present too quickly. "No no no!" shrieked the mother snatching Jayden's forearm an...

Dear Mr. Kringle, Please accept this application from a musician who wishes to apply to your open PR position. This job stuck out to me because it is so much in line with my past experience and future goals. I grew up receiving your gifts every Christmas. I would say they ranged from practical to desirable. Some years you really leaned into Fruit of the Loom products. I noticed those were the years where my behavior was, in hindsight, less than ideal. Other years I received products that were actually on my list. I still use that guitar you got me in 2008.  I would say that your public reputation is overwhelmingly positive, and I want to be a part of the amazing teams of elves and... okay I'm not really sure how many factions run your empire... I want to be a part of the team helping you spread your gifts around the world. But what if we upgraded your image? What if I could help you become a god? Before you throw my application in the trash, please hear me out. I know this sounds ...

"Do you even like the zoo that much?" "Not really." "Then why are we here?" "Well it feels like something I should like?" "Why?" "Well I grew up going to the zoo and I know I like animals." "Sure." "And I like, like... going out and shit." "And?" "So I feel like when those things combine I should be like into it, ya know?" "That's where I lose you. It's like you think because you like peanut butter and cloves, you think that a peanut butter covered clove would be tasty." "That's a really weird example. Also I'm not sure that wouldn't be tasty, can't quite picture the flavor." "That's a fair point haha. But it's not as weird an example as your shit." "Can we just look at these koalas in peace?" "I'm bored." "Me too." "Then let's go get a daiquiri." "I'm not really in the...

Stacey played with me in the sprinkler system. We threw our hands in the air, wagged our tongues and drank the water, spit it out and jumped as high as we could. We basically danced and twirled in circles while simultaneously laughing and singing whatever songs came to our heads.  "You trying to piss off the whole neighborhood?" shouted my dad.  We quieted down until he went back inside.  "Hey, let's go look for worms," I told her.  "Yes!" We pulled up rocks and looked for worms. I found a slug! I melted it with some salt. My mom shouted at me and called me cruel and I apologized until I cried.  Punished, I went to my room and sat on the floor with a towel around me. I was dripping water on the carpet. I looked at the bookshelf and pulled Huckleberry Finn down. I read this part: “Now, we’ll start this band of robbers and call it Tom Sawyer’s Gang. Everybody that wants to join has got to take an oath, and write his name in blood.” I wanted to join Tom S...

I'm reading an amazing book called Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents , and I would recommend this book to anyone. It's been an extremely healing read for me.  The biggest thing I've noticed in myself, from reading this book, is that I play a role in doing whatever it takes to be liked. That desire for people to think I'm kind or empathetic or nice has kept me from being honest at times. And I don't think empathy or kindness are bad, but when being nice becomes more important than telling someone they hurt my feelings, or when being nice means ignoring how I've been mistreated so I don't rock the boat too much, it becomes a supression of my own needs at my own expense.  And trying so hard to be liked probably has the opposite effect I'm going for. When people see my attempts at getting attention through jokes or a blog or a fake compliment, I'm sure it comes off as insincere as it is. And when people sense insincerity, they usually don...

What is the meaning of life though? asked Samuel.  Here I am Lord, joked Damian. Hey you got something. He wiped some crumbs off Samuels' jacket and looked around the park.  I just think there's something I'm missing, said Samuel. I feel this deep pang of like existential loneliness, ya know?       Yeah man. Damian's tone was kind of dismissive. And the fact that he sounded like he was trying to tone that down annoyed Samuel more.  What are you looking at?  Nothing, much, said Damian. Those ducks are cute though, huh.  Samuel looked at them. Yeah I guess. He was trying not to care too much about black smudges on his shoes. I just think maybe I'm not doing something that would help me.  Aren't we all? laughed Damian.  Yeah I guess.  Hey, said Damian, let's go to the carnival. They went to the Texas carnival and talked while eating turkey legs.  Samuel talked some more about his existential crisis, but Damian was pretty dist...