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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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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

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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

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