Poetrie |
Illusion
That cold, thoughtless orb that rules the night
In silver sliver or great and bright
Passing ethereally behind the coulds and before the stars
An extended hand passing through the sle...
Posted by Argyll on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 08:40:00 PST |
Desire In Shades Of Ink |
Aug 12, 1913 Donath, England
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Jonathan Col...
Posted by Argyll on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 09:19:00 PST |
The Business |
The Business
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by Christian McIlveen
a novel written in solitude
and inspired by...
Posted by Argyll on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 10:26:00 PST |
Sarah Pratt |
Sarah Pratt walked leisurely through the London twilight. Her tweed bag was beginning to burden her shoulder, but she was not f...
Posted by Argyll on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 09:34:00 PST |
Limberjets get me there. |
"Come on, Mick," Jas pleaded. "You know you wont sell a hunker like this for any more than four thousand standard."
...
Posted by Argyll on Thu, 28 Jun 2007 09:01:00 PST |
Living In the House of Demitrius |
"Do you know what a vampire really is?"
"Who doesn't?"
&nbs...
Posted by Argyll on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 06:29:00 PST |
Life |
I walked home in the rain. The rain didn't even seem to be falling. It was just there, a sheet of static on the world.&nb...
Posted by Argyll on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 04:30:00 PST |
VR. Some tidbits and notes anyway. It tells the story. |
Okay, the premise: Future, socialist government. About 4% of children are taken and sent into a Virtual Reality program to preen them to be the politicians, officials, and generals of the real w...
Posted by Argyll on Mon, 15 Jan 2007 12:33:00 PST |
Would you cheer with them. I would. |
A crowd, hundreds. Thousands. All cheering. Screaming. Thrashing about. To think is unimaginable in the tremor of the voices. All eyes look on towards a black stage. Illuminated by one spotlight. In t...
Posted by Argyll on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 06:47:00 PST |
Bloody bodies, pure minds. |
I had a dream today. It is only eight in the evening now, and I had the dream minutes ago. I was listening to Scarborogh Fair by Simon and Garfunkel, which was on repeat on my computer.
The drea...
Posted by Argyll on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 08:27:00 PST |
