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Village, Skeleton and Gaucho (Fragments and poems)

The sun retreats, the moon moves in and one by one the lights in the village go out. Except for one. ~~~ The night air is quiet, the only sound to be heard comes from the graveyard. Cross legged before … Continue reading

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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

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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

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Dragons (Fragments and Poems)

His cave is littered with skeletons and the charred remnants of shields and swords. He never wanted it to go down this way though. He’s so lonely. He just wants to be friends with the villagers. But they always attack … Continue reading

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Horseman (Undead)

Death rattle skeletal rider heads for the village Wide brimmed sombrero disguises bony features (alabaster face) Ivory fingers itchy trigger action Drifting poncho flashes of hollow torso Skeleton horseman stalks the moon strewn highlands Death rattle reverberates through the hills … Continue reading

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Abstractions

It’s a solitary tower. At one point it was surrounded by a village but that has long since vanished, ensnared by the clutches of time. The tower somehow seems to be beyond time, somehow unclassifiable. Depending on the position of … Continue reading

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Friday Night

It starts every friday night. It emerges from the dusty side streets, rising and fading, dancing between the waves of night tide particles, prefect music from a concealed faraway deep within the villages side streets and alley ways, basements and … Continue reading

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Tower (3 Fragments)

Above the forest canopy stands a tower. Constructed of wooden beams layed across each other in squares and crosses it pushes through the layers of leaves. On the top of the tower is a viewing platform. Built by a native … Continue reading

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Village (First Person)

Journal Entry While the following is true, I still struggle to come to terms with it. Did my eyes really witness such a sight? Riding across the great plain, I realised I had misjudged the vastness of my journey. Supplies … Continue reading

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Village (Fragment)

Located deep within the great plain, it flickers on the horizon. Surrounded by scrub land and sage bushes, its outskirts are dotted with graves. Some shallow with make shift crosses, others in yards with weathered head stones. All of the … Continue reading

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