Tag Archives: Isaiah Smith

ISAIAH SMITH: Life is Long Hours (plus Imagination)

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Surgeons can spend up to twelve hours working in the operating theatre. Strange indeed to call that “theatre.”

Or perhaps it’s merely human nature to adopt a pastime that sounds like glory on the mountaintops when all we ever do is hope that we can make it through the hardship.

Living in a mid-sized town at a hipster shop was nice for Isaiah, but he’s happy to try his hand at working in the big city! But now things are getting tedious. Writing is always a good hand, no matter the game. Though that might not hold up in Texas Hold ‘Em, which Isaiah is practising.

ISAIAH SMITH: Beholden to True Beauty

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Growing up, I looked up to my dad more than anything. So when he said my mom was a goddess in every sense, I was perplexed. She was… matronly. Crow’s feet and freckles.

As I grew older, it never dawned on me.

Until I met a goddess in every sense.

Isaiah Smith has lived in a lot of places, but his favourites are where he’s among friends. Before he was a writer, Isaiah didn’t have a purpose outside of pleasing his friends and family. He wears a two-piece suit while he writes. It’s just business.

ISAIAH SMITH: Line Your Pockets

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I was paid in old change. Ancient change. Gold drachmas engraved with ancient marks, no two alike.

Rubbing the coins between my fingers, the flakes of red stained my soft flesh. The stink of copper held fast as I washed away what I hoped was paint.

I can’t quit anymore.

Isaiah grew up in California and has been looking for any reason to become anything but a writer for as long as he can remember. Writing won’t pay the bills, but it sure is fun. He wishes he could name this story “Blood Money,” but his love of horror and puns probably shouldn’t mix.