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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
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
Another Return(?)
Some of you might be wondering where I’ve been for the past few months, while the rest of you have probably shrugged off my lack of posts and been able to move on with your lives. Frankly, I’ve been wondering where … Continue reading
Next Step
You tire and you toil and you boil over a furnace of thought and desire, of ambitions and of dreams. You bleed into your work, pouring more and more of yourself into the product, and tear yourself to bits at … Continue reading
Bodies
Like whales and owls they fly and collide, unleashing the wrath of an antediluvian beast lain dormant. They dive into a sea of hands, eagerly riding the waves to thunderous shores only to return and surf once more. A city … Continue reading
Pipe
“This pipe won’t stay lit,” Collin grumbled to himself. Hair-like clumps of tobacco lay scattered about on his desk, as if a tornado had passed through on a genocidal rampage. The steady thumping of electronic music was his sole companion for the evening-he’d … Continue reading
Labyrinth (Encephalon)
The endless canyons snake on and on, illuminated only by the never-ending lightning storm overhead. Etched deep within these walls are storm-blasted marks of history and activity- of existence itself, and the desire to pursue it. The grey mound that houses this … Continue reading
Dusk
Well, after a couple of weeks I’ve finally finished this short story. I decided to base this story on some Russian folklore due to my interest in Russia, so all those familiar with Russian history-or from Russia itself-should be familiar … Continue reading
Xeper
Scavenger of the stars and forger of worlds; boatswain and keeper of the dead. From nowhere you rise with wings in flight, scouring endless cosmic deserts for atoms and blocks to assemble worlds and to set the clocks of life therein … Continue reading
Bits and Pieces 