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There’s a point in the forest that people won’t cross. Thats why he went there. That point is where the forest gives way to the colossal trees. Their root systems are blacked out the sunlight barely reaching halfway up their … Continue reading →
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Tagged Fiction, Forest, Leaves, Prose, Sinornithosaurus, Tree House, Trees, Vines, Viridian, Will o' the Wisp
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Doors
The house stands alone, the other houses having abandoned it. The roof tiles are slipping, the guttering cracked and broken. There are no windows and a porch, decayed to the point of non-existence. A solitary door resides in the middle … Continue reading →
Gaucho (Undead) (Prose 3)
Night fall. Something is stirring in the village streets. A restless horse brays outside of a lit dwelling. A message of utmost importance has been crafted. Its delivery cannot wait till sun rise and the messenger must ride over the … Continue reading →
Gaucho (Undead) (Prose 2)
Its been raining. The ground is weak. Maintaining footing is hard, land slipping and collapsing under force. 3 children from the villager have gone missing. Last seen on the village outskirts villagers fear the children have wandered into the hills … Continue reading →
Gaucho (Undead) (Prose)
A villager is sick. His condition is deteriorating and adequate medical facilities are distant. Out in the street people look at each other with contorted faces and speak in hushed tones. They know it is coming. Night falls. The moon … Continue reading →
Jumping Spider
In his idle moments he would look up at the sky. And in his contemplative moments he would look out over the creek. No matter how high he jumped he would always come clattering back down to earth. No matter … Continue reading →
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Tagged Breeze, Clouds, Contemplative, Contraptions, Creek, Flights, Fly, Flying, Grass, Guffaw, Guffawing, Hunt, Idle, Jump, Jumping, Jumping Spider, Kite, Meng Hao Jan, Meng Hao Ran, Raft, Sail, Silk, Sky, Spider, Sunsets, Test, Tether, Tree, Water Falls, Waterway, Wind, Zebra
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Diner (Nighthawks)
A car drifted by outside, its lights slowly fading into the gloom. “Are we going to see each other again?” “Yeah, maybe.” Maybe means no. She knows it means no and he does. He will focus on the yeah, it … Continue reading →
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Tagged Asphalt, Black, Car, Clouded, Coffee, Couple, Cups, Date, Diner, Edward Hopper, Hash Brown, Hat, Litter, Moon, Mopping, Night, Nighthawks, Plates, Road, Short Stack, Stars, Trout
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Axolotl
There used to be 7 axolotl’s in the aquarium. There’s now 6. There’s also a hole in the roof. ~~~ The axolotl’s life was a simple one. With his other axolotl’s he would wander the tank, gaze upon the visitors … Continue reading →
Park
He needed a fix. He didn’t care where or who it came from. He just needed it. After wandering the deserted streets he entered into the park. There was a slight breeze and the only light was coming from the … Continue reading →
Untitled (No.2)
I’ve made it to the surface. 17 years. 17 years spent in darkness. Dank and confined. I sustained myself on whatever nutrients and scraps I encountered, often days between meals. In order to move I had to plough through thick … Continue reading →
Golden Giraffes Riding Scarlet Flamingos Through The Desert of Forever 