Non-Fantasy writing.
I noticed as I came to, that there was no pillow smell this time. No excess drool, and in fact my mouth was entirely devoid of any spit. In a rush of fear, and after attempts to move my body, I realized I couldn’t feel anything at all. I looked […]
Chapter .12 of my serial Grey. What happens to a kid with broken ribs and a penchant for the weak turtle defense? Find out here.
The following is my initial chapter 1 of The Boy and the Stick. I’m considering a partial rework for a better flow at the beginning, and making chapter two a bit faster. I’ve found that if I’m not excited to write this portion of the book, this portion of the […]
Come child, come near and listen well I’ll speak of the times we read, and why they matter Reading takes you to another plane and place, allowing illusions to shatter It will carry you through the harshest moments, when all feels like hell You open the page and begin […]
In the places we fear to go There’s a something, you should know They lie in wait, placing their bait Waiting to strike their blow They don’t really have a name With their looks, none could blame They gnarl their teeth, spreading their reek And make you play their […]
He reached the top of the stairs quickly with his trunk-sized legs and opened the rusty door with a yawn. Mid-morning slanted rays slap his yawn away as reptilian eyes adjust. “Hello Leo” Sissy says in a strained voice. “Felt like I’d forgotten you, hard as that is.” “Felt like I’d forgotten […]
Part 1: The Wizard The Boy sat in a room, while his master attempted to put him to sleep through laborious speech. The Boy was neither tall nor short, heavy nor thin, hair a mix between brown and black, the perfect attempt by nature to create the average specimen of […]
Memory deserts him. He wake’s up in the morning, crawl’s around and tries to find his savior. Cries a little, but nothing wrong with that. Bottle hits his lips and the pain liquidates. He wonders “what happened last night?” Another stab at rememberance, another failure. His memory feels like a warped sundial […]
The stupid man awakens in the bloody shower. “she left me” he remembers. Wedding today. Wedding off. The time is 6:03 a.m. Just enough time to cover his war wounds. Be at the gym by 0-six-thirty his boss said. Three methods tried and three methods failed. Miracle? Counteracted each other […]
Abnormal Thoughts from the Average Mind 
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