Falkor stood next to the surging waves, his hind-leg pitched to preserve his massive length. Continue reading A Boy and his Dog
If I were ever on naked and afraid I’d have to bring sunscreen and my partner would be really pissed Continue reading 🌋🧴If i were ever on Naked and Afraid🧴🌋
“I’m just not connected to it, I don’t see the point. I want to believe that everything happens for a reason, that there is truth and love is real…
But, I feel nothing.” Continue reading “The Maestro” (Morning Fiction 5/15/2018)
“Time continues to flow, the people you meet will come and go, even you. There is no permanency. Eventually, you’ll be gone.”
She kneeled to the floor, tears streaming softly down her face.
“While you’re there, you’ll have them with you. You can’t touch them, or talk to them, or even see them. But up here…” Continue reading “The Makings of a Hero” (Morning Fiction 5/14/2018)
“People either bring you down, or they bring you up, and a lot of times, they don’t even realize it.”
The monk sat quietly as his master spoke.
“The issue your experiencing is control, and, you have none…” Continue reading “The Cubic” (Morning Fiction 5/11/2018)
Since the dawn of human consciousness, we’ve looked to stars and wondered: Why are we here? What are we meant to do? What is our purpose? Continue reading “The Ordinance” (Morning Fiction 5/6/2018 )
Sound pierced the airwaves as the composer sat back in his chair.
The orchestra expressed itself in the music, hands moving in unison as violins and oboes struck vibration through space.
The tension of the music built as the composer absorbed the wave of feeling. The music he had written… Continue reading “The Conductor and his Muse” (Morning Fiction 5/8/2018)
The boy sat up from his chair, gazing softly out of the porthole window.
“So many stars…”
The ship rumbled quietly through the dark of space, pincushions of light piercing the infinite blackness… Continue reading “The Boy on the Spaceship” (Morning Fiction 5/5/2018)
I’ve written a shitload of words, like, 100’s of thousands of words since January 2015.
Receiving these 250 has made all of the work worth it: Continue reading On Writing
The world reverberated; instant black. A dreamscape of memory obscuring his field of vision.
“Where am I?”
Time ceased to exist. A thousand experiences and an all encompassing emotion punching softly in the dark.
He saw his body slumped softly on the floor, blood pooling around his torso. A crowd of people scattering frantically in slow motion. Tables and desks overturned as his vision recedes into the past… Continue reading Heavens Gate