To be a writer, one must be an alcoholic. That is a truth I have seen now. I drank; I wrote. I stopped drinking; I stopped writing. Now, with whiskey near, it’s flame reaching my innards, I feel engulfed with the writing spirit. That is what alcohol is. It is the spirit within the writer.ContinueContinue reading “Paths – Nonfiction”
Author Archives: Nick Bucci
He Thought He Was Good.
Written June 2019 He thought he was a good writer, at one point. He wrote of love and war, though he had never engaged in an armed conflict with any human being. He had also written of alternate realities, dreaming up what life would be like if the Confederates won or a French baker hadContinueContinue reading “He Thought He Was Good.”
First Landings – Fiction
Creative Writing Prompt: Write from the perspective of an alien entity that has no experience with or context of earth. From: 250 Writing Prompts by You Can Write It. In the year of your first moon landing, I found myself hurtling through space in an escape pod. I came from a different galaxy at warContinueContinue reading “First Landings – Fiction”
The Last Party – Fiction
A man throws a party before the end of the world.
No Identity
For a brief moment, no more than three seconds, I forgot who I was. Staring at the chocolate gelato looking waves of the river, my name left me. I was simply a homo sapien looking at water. Purely primal. I didn’t have a name, job, girlfriend, house, debt, hunger, or history. And then it wasContinueContinue reading “No Identity”
First Post: Salutations
Howdy-do! The name is Nick Bucci. If you haven’t read the bio: I am a teacher, writer, and photographer. You should also know that I enjoy the Oxford Comma. I’m not really sure what the purpose of the blog will be other than quenching my desire to write. If I create a commitment, I haveContinueContinue reading “First Post: Salutations”