This is a short fiction piece. Granted, it's a bit long for a blog (roughly 6 single-spaced pages), but it wouldn't make sense to break it up. Not every element of it is stellar, but I was mostly just playing around with a few different devices. It should be of decent quality, and, at the very least, it should be entertaining.
What has happened to art? Has it left? Has it retreated under stones few and far between, left only to be turned over by careful wanderers through the forgotten wastelands of unsung greats? Why is it no longer just the mainstream entertainment media that has gone to garbage? Why are even the less popular markets … Continue reading Art
I made a mistake. I did it, now the damage is done. Even if I try to fake, What’s my end? Why and where would I run? I wanted to be human with you, I wanted you to feel the same. I spilled my stomach out onto the floor, showed you my kidneys, my liver, … Continue reading Open
I wish I were Father Time. My spindly hands would weave, The silken strands of our lives, Into moments I’ve never seen, Into instants I can only feel, Into days which mean far more than years, And with my pincers, I would cut the fabric, And fold it until eternity consumed it. I see one … Continue reading Time
I was strongly considering majoring in business and working English on the side, but I asked my mother earlier about her past choice to become a journalist instead of a singer like she'd wanted, and oh, the woe! Her lament for dreams she didn't follow, even admitting they might have failed, was like something out … Continue reading Not Quite Certain
This is my first post and my angriest at the point I'm writing this. That will most likely change in a few days or so.