Category Archives: Writings

Stress

Something seems to have changed in the stress I feel this past year. It’s not the violent, volcanic sensation I’ve known my whole life. It feels more sinister: slow-burning, with serpentine fuse, and patiently awaiting ignition. It knows that in … Continue reading

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Vent

I don’t need to tell any of you about recent events. Everybody else and their grandmother already have, and with the age of the internet there’s no shortage of hatred, vitriol or paranoia that makes you think that the digital … Continue reading

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Amy Conley

You don’t know my name, or the way that I look, but I somehow found your name in a book. Your number was on it, missing the code, just as you’d left it when you took for the road. I … Continue reading

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Fear of a Blank Canvas

Porcupine Tree wrote an album titled, Fear of a Blank Planet. It’s a terrific album that’s dark, intricate and thought-provoking, with a rather interesting title. This should strike a familiar chord (no pun intended) with writers of all nature, as … Continue reading

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Drops

It sounded at first like drops of goo dripping from a stalagmite, each drop swiftly splashing to the ground before being followed by another. The drops did not echo-the sanctuary was not the massive, cavernous pit in the ground that … Continue reading

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Monologue

Here’s a monologue I wrote on the fly last night. Enjoy! ————————————————————————————– They say that you can’t remember things from when you were a baby. They call it “infantile amnesia”. There’s evidence for it but I refuse to believe it, … Continue reading

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The Maw

I nearly went blind as I peered into the cave for the first time : the reflections of the pale blue pools of water shimmered across the ceiling and the walls. Massive, impenetrable sheets of ice had long asserted themselves on … Continue reading

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