Archive for the ‘Writing’ Category
why should we believe
why should we believe He would come again when we reap not of His harvest but of our own why should we believe we understand His words when we kill in His name over land so holy why should we believe we care about Him when we fight over steps and tiles in His house [...]
Experiments in Writing
I was inspired last night to play around with constrained writing. This all came about because of a strangely interesting book called Sex, Drugs, Einstein, & Elves by Clifford Pickover. It was randomly handed to me by a friend while we were hanging out in the Metaphysical section of the Borders in Hunt Valley. He [...]
The Laughing Man
Were it not for our chance meeting that night I would not be here to tell this tale. He walked past the alley just as one of Gordon’s thugs raised his gun to my head. I saw him just before I shut my eyes in anticipation of death. But I’ll never forget his expression, an [...]
The Mummy
Adam leaned back on his folding chair and stared at the ceiling of the tent. The sight of the mummy was still fresh in his mind. It had been found deep inside the northern cave seated on a large stone throne. The walls, ceiling, and floor of the room had been smoothed by human hands. [...]
Random Poetry
I’m bored. Here are some random poems i just wrote. Ode to Henry everybody is a sweet lonely nothing the sugar of my mind is everything nobody knows how to make me happy i’m dead on the inside Motivation Walking endlessly across the endless beach I count the endless footprints of my endless journey. How [...]
Magic, Part 2
She handed me a small book, bound in dark black leather. The pages were fashioned from a coarse, heavy paper, the edges of which were worn as if thousands of fingers had touched them. I couldn’t see a title or symbol or any other special marking on the cover. Flipping through the book, I noticed [...]
Magic
Even before entering the club, I could feel the deep base resonating within my own chest. The thick door, the only way in or out, vibrated in rhythm with the music. I stood for a moment holding the handle, feeling the music, the energy, flow through my arm. Entering, I smiled. My entire body now [...]
Hesta
Hesta held deathly still in the lower branches of a great oak while soldiers from Feya marched beneath her. She dared not even blink lest one of the men see her movement in the tree above, and with her bright strawberry hair, no one would believe her to be Feyan. Osalyn, her home country, lied [...]
Grace
Into the slot machine Grace put the last dollar. After pulling the handle she turned to look at her husband. He was speaking with a young woman at the bar. She wore a red sequined dress which conformed the curves of her body. Perpetually she brushed her blonde shoulder–length hair away from her face. Grace [...]