NON FICTION: Strangers In Time

December 27, 2015August 18, 2016 / Stuart Danker / 2 Comments

Photo credit: Boris Thaser

Sometimes my mind plucks out memories at random, and as part of the collateral, visions of people who’ve left a mark on my life without actually being a part of it get pulled out of the muck. These are strangers whose names and faces have escaped me through the passage of time, with only their actions serving as proof of our acquaintance.

I call these people randies, and I was thinking about one as I opened the door to the Jiu-jitsu gym. The thought barely even matured before Josh waved a phone at my face. “Hey! I heard Sandy’s getting married?”

“What?”

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NON FICTION: No Man’s An Island

November 30, 2015August 18, 2016 / Stuart Danker / 1 Comment

Lonely man in street

“I don’t understand why you can’t get a girlfriend,” Craig said.

I looked up from my Word document. “What.”

“Yeah, it’s not like you’re butt-ugly or anything.”

“Thanks… I think.”

“No no no. I didn’t mean it that way. I meant—”

“Haha!” Diane chimed in. “No need to apologise. He is ugly. Maybe not butt-ugly, but regular-ugly.”

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NON FICTION: Baggage

November 9, 2015August 18, 2016 / Stuart Danker / Leave a comment

Photo credit: Esther Bubley

Sara put her finger in the ant’s path. It backtracked momentarily, then crawled onto her finger.

“Look at this ant,” she said. “Think about everything that it’s oblivious of.”

“Mm hmm.” I kept my eyes on my book. I knew—and didn’t like—where this was headed.

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NON FICTION: My First Tinder Date

October 4, 2015August 18, 2016 / Stuart Danker / 6 Comments

Photo credit: Thomas Leuthard

I remember the days before I had a blog. Days where my friends were free to humiliate themselves in my presence without asking if I was going to write about them. Things have changed; today they treat me like a reporter waiting for his big scoop. They think I’m secretly documenting their every tic for a grand exposé, soon to be read by millions. Well joke’s on them, because first of all, nobody reads my blog.

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