Tag Archives: creative writing
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
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
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
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
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
Constraint
Here I sit plucking away at my bass, eyes heavy with focus and exhaustion. Reverence guides my fingers across the fretboard as they wander through the maze of murals and their variations. For all of its nourishment and influence, I … Continue reading
Alone
We chased the dying sun in hopes that we would follow, but all we found were ashes, dust and echoes. And we were forced to rebuild- to carry on and perpetuate this cycle of woe, decay and fear. We would … Continue reading
Philadelphia
The wind whipped at Rabieh as he emerged from the train station onto the bright streets. It was a perfect scene: not a cloud was in the sky and the streets were alive. The centuries-old structures glowed softly with wisdom … Continue reading
Beirut
A lot of what I’ve been reading on the Lebanese blogosphere lately concerns the country’s rather shoddy state, downtown Beirut’s becoming a ghost town, and other grievances native to our little corner of the world. While I’ve written about Lebanon before, … Continue reading
Some People
There’s a special kind of feeling I have for people who drop their phones in the toilet. It varies between scorn and pity, like they’re asking for ridicule but are somehow absolved of blame: a modern day catch-22 if there … Continue reading
Bits and Pieces 