aABOUT MY BLOGS READ FIRST PLZ!!!!! |
THESE BLOGS ARE FROM A SHORT STORY THAT I AM WORKING ON, NOTHING MORE, IF YOU DONT LIKE WHAT YOU'RE READING THEN DONT READ! simple as that.All of the works contained within are purely fictional. Any s...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Oct 2008 17:03:00 GMT |
SUNKEN HOUR part 8 of 8 |
...her face is nearly cleaned. ...he picks his head up. his now dried tears have washed some of the red from his face. tiny streams run down into a single spot at the bottom of his chin. most of the b...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Oct 2008 17:00:00 GMT |
SUNKEN HOUR part 7 of 8 |
...The kitchen is now soaking in a dark crimson layer of fluid. The blood around his face and arms is slowly beginning to crust off and dry. Pieces of skin and hair fall out between his finger nails. ...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 21:51:00 GMT |
SUNKEN HOUR part 6 of 8 |
...as the door opens, the hot air from the outside sweeps in again blowing around and creating tiny dust swirls. A black worn shoe first peeks in unaware...a light blue ensemble of nurses scrubs soon ...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 03:07:00 GMT |
albatross (revisted) |
you think you are so kind to see what ppl really see in thee a midstream pool of tarnished flesh in darkened waters no one sees' no one stares no one cares conformed beyond what really matters a hatr...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 14:59:00 GMT |
SUNKEN HOUR part 5 of 8 |
...he carefully smears the paper strip back into place with his milked soaked hand. ink residue rubs off on his finger tips. he rubs his fingers together to get the ink off. it balls up into blac...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 03:33:00 GMT |
SUNKEN HOUR part 4 of 8 |
...the thirst from the summer heat makes his tongue stick to the roof of his mouth. helimps over to the cool kitchen floor. its violet red brick. its faded and slightly crackedin places. it...
Posted by on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 12:29:00 GMT |
SUNKEN HOUR part 3 of 8 |
...After getting dressed he walks across down the empty wooden hall. it connects to the living room.the living room floor, a collage of oak wood strips in uniform tell story after story of days lost a...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 00:02:00 GMT |
SUNKEN HOUR part 2 of 8 |
...the girl quickly vanishes like a shadow to the rising sun.Snapped back into reality, he opens his bedroom window, a dry heat rushes in blowing the dust from the window sill into his eyes...as he tr...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Jun 2007 04:21:00 GMT |
SUNKEN HOUR part 1 of 8 |
he awoke this morning fatigued and disoriented in a humid stupor. his skin seemed as though it was grafted into the bed. he had left the fan off again. falling back to the bed he wished for sleeping p...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 21:42:00 GMT |
