Dreams |
The world and its perpetual motion into the abyss... out of all this chaos and strife we pass moment to moment and come to realize that time is irrelavent to our perception of who we are. At 10 years ...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 23:33:00 GMT |
Her... |
She press's against my body with a slight feromone indulgent step that turns the hardest of gargoyles heads. As I stand and wait it becomes clear that she has what it takes to melt my cold heart...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 23:02:00 GMT |
You don't have too be rich... |
Alright , so the landscape so far is flowing brightly with a wide variety of peacocks. All of which share the common thread of having a plethora of extravagance and nothing but shit to sustain the fac...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 22:59:00 GMT |
Late night observations... |
You can go a lifetime by yourself , but you can't live it without other people. Time and time again you recreate yourself to shed the skin of someone you once were, in doing this all things can be for...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 00:09:00 GMT |
In that place between divinity and trickery... |
Inhaling slowly and keeping my lungs full just a bit longer, the longing for something that had dropped away sometime ago released its pressure on me, and time began to run again. It traveled along it...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Jul 2007 18:51:00 GMT |
Act five... |
Afternoon soaked into a place kept as a modest living room. On a faux mahogany colored coffee table, a newspaper from a week prior lay scattered across its plateau. Positioned to the front was the roo...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jun 2006 19:32:00 GMT |
Act..three....and some. |
...was leaving her mother's room at the convelesent home, Dexter citys finest oasis retreat for those unfortunate enough to have survived into their golden age and remain independent of themselves. A ...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 14:07:00 GMT |
Back to the story...Act four. |
With the smell of fleshy appeal and a greasy evanescence hanging in the air, Mr. Quiet entered the town square, and greeting him, Oktoberfest was in full swing. Men and Women laughed in spuradic conve...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jun 2006 11:19:00 GMT |
What the hell is going on? |
So, the short story has begun. I couldn't explain where it came from , but it has emerged into sight and is a breathing creature of design. The concept most likely is a bad slasher epic written to sat...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jun 2006 10:30:00 GMT |
The next player...Act three. |
Amanda Weers had seen few pass on in her short life, but she had held witness in the room her father took his final breath in. The memory of this circumstance was deeply seeded into her metal grave. "...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jun 2006 00:40:00 GMT |
