Eric | TRG

Category: Writing

Short stories, poems, half-finished ideas, and stuff I wrote at 3AM that still makes sense somehow. Not all of it’s polished. Most of it’s honest. If it came out of me and didn’t turn into a full book, it probably landed here.

  • My Dog Keeps Staring at the Corner and I’m Not Asking Why

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    It started two weeks ago. Around 11 at night, right after I turned off the TV, my dog walked into the living room, sat down in the middle of the carpet, and stared at the same empty corner. Not for a minute or two. For hours. No blinking, no fidgeting, just locked in like there Read more

  • The Worst Sentence I Ever Wrote and Why I Kept It Anyway

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    I have written some garbage in my time. Truly chaotic, nonsensical messes that should have been deleted on sight. But one sentence still haunts me in the best way possible. It lives rent free in my head and honestly it deserves its own bathroom. Here it is. I have been injecting Capri Sun into my Read more

  • To My Daughter

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    To my daughter, I hope you never doubthow much I love you.Even when my world is heavy,even when I’m tired,even when I’m sick,I show up.Nothing feels betterthan seeing your face light upjust because I’m there. You won’t remember every toy,every pair of shoes,every snack we split,but you will rememberevery dance in the kitchen,the creek hikes Read more