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You Who Wanders the Dark – 1,214 words
You know there’s something wrong with the forest. The light of your lantern feels choked, like the darkness makes it fight for every inch. It isn’t enough to make out more than a few meters around you. That little flame is the only light you see. The trees are black as pitch, and your only …
(Poems) – thorned – 70 words
it’s a hard place to live. the briars digging into my skin, the rose-thorns curl like a noose around my neck. rocks fill my lungs, leeches crawl down my throat. there’s belladonna and lead in my blood, rot tearing through my stomach. I’m a moon, I’m a mouse, I’m coal, I’m a diamond. I’m an …
(Poems) – hope you’re okay – 111 words
sometimes at night, I wonder how she’s doing not the woman I have loved, but the one that I will not the woman who left, but the one that will stay — I wonder if she dreams like I do of sleepy mornings and warm kisses of soft cuddling and corny texting of stolen time …
(Poems) – and we’ll be ok – 101 words
we could stay right here like this, spend more mornings listening to the rain. more mornings over cold chocolate and hot coffee, we could keep trading kisses in the dark and falling asleep on the phone. – you could stay right here with me and try, and I’ll stay and try right beside you. beneath …
(The Returned Dead) Chapter 1 – Breach – 5,150 words
Semt slipped back into his uniform, redoing buttons and fastening clasps. He breathed in the forest air, lifting his face with closed eyes to feel the few rays of sunlight that made it through the leaves. It was important to stop for things like this, he had learned. Sometimes you just had to slow down. …
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Liminal – 2,122 words
liminal : characterized by being on a boundary or threshold, especially by being transitional or intermediate between two states or situations. I: Northmoor University’s campus had always felt like a strange new world to Sara in the midnight hours, a thousand streetlights lighting every inch of the sprawling maze of roads and old brick buildings in …
The City Breathes – Part One – 4,218 words
“Oh, fuck this.” The door was made of rotted wood and rusted metal, but it still withstood four kicks before finally giving in on the fifth. Eve stepped into the stairwell behind it, groaning as she shook debris from her clothes. It appeared that the rest of the old apartment building had fared no better …
(Video) – Sounds of Life
Here is a collection of videos I’ve been collecting over the past few years. Relax, lay back, and make sure your sound is on.
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