A Collection of Personal Writings & Experiences

By Zack Thoutt

Featured Book

Tales of Twilight

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ortality is easy to neglect. Nature programs us to cope with the inevitability of our own death by burying it deep within the layers of our consciousness. Occasionally, a hand of the shadow breaks through, squeezing and twisting our minds, forcing us to take notice. We act. Then we forget, as the hand is pushed back down and buried under fresh soil.

Many people have searched for the meaning of life, but clarity only comes in those final moments, when we walk the dark path that we all must walk.

Featured Chapters

Weathered Pearls

Chapter 1 of Tales of Twilight

Two young boys are home alone at their farm when a man collapses off of his horse outside their cottage. The boys care for the man as they try to figure out what's wrong with him, where he came from, and where he's going. ==> “Grab his legs,” Ricky says, hinged over, clutching the man’s wrists. “They’re all bent under’im,” Palmer replies through the hand covering his mouth. “Then roll him over!”...

Through Bone Like Butter

Chapter 2 of Tales of Twilight

A man with a rare memory condition struggles to stay sane on a day when his symptoms subside, but could come rushing back at any moment. Is this reprieve a blessing or a curse? Does his existence bring his wife happiness or pain? And most importantly, is the Devil in their home?

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The Young Man and the Sea

Jul 25th, 2021
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Chapter 5 of Nomad Life

I slipped my feet into my running shoes and tied them with a double knot. Skutull knew what that meant—either he was going to be left home to guard the house or he was about to do something fun. He looked up at me with pitiful eyes and a wagging tail, hoping he could will the latter into fruition. To his relief, I opened the front door and signaled him out into the Oregon forest where we were greeted by a cloud of fir spores blowing from the trees. The scents of pine and melon danced up my nose...

Ruth's Haus

Nov 7th, 2021
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Chapter 10 of Nomad Life

I drank our remaining oat milk from the carton while looking out over the Main River in Frankfurt one last time. The sunrise was orange and already bikers were funneling onto the river path below. The main train station was a fifteen-minute drive from our apartment. We still had forty-five minutes until...

About the Author

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ello. My name is Zack Thoutt. I'm a writer, engineer, and nomad from Boulder, Colorado.