Posted in Short Story, tagged dad, death, experience, kissing, life, love, mom, moon, old, one, sex, understanding on January 20, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
This was a story I revised for a contest. I wrote it circa 2000. Nothing has been changed since I revised it for the contest.
His breathing was clipped and slightly ragged as he recovered from the exhaustion of passion. Sweat trickled down the side of his face. The soft sheets beneath him drank [...]
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Posted in Future, Journalism, Space, Thoughts, tagged earth, final frontier, infinite, life, love, people, Space, space travel, sun, super nova, travel on January 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
We live in a pioneering age, when the very idea of the final frontier is no longer a distant wish but something that we will physically begin to explore in the lifetime of the child just born a few moments ago. It’s a shame that I will not live long enough to see where we [...]
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Posted in Novel, Short Story, tagged aggression, animals, answer, call, family, female, flower, life, love, sacrifice, wolf, wolves, yaulin on January 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I really hate being sick. I don’t feel like I can do anything when I am. I haven’t been able to work on my comics or my novels in the last couple of days because I can’t actually function. Maybe I’ll feel better tomorrow. In the meantime, I decided to throw up an excerpt from [...]
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Posted in Short Story, tagged annalina, death, demons, fal'thorn, fantasy, legend, life, love, randall, sacrifice on January 13, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Note: This was originally submitted for a contest. It hasn’t been edited beyond what was submitted. Originally inspired by a Coheed and Cambria song. Later re-written to take out all references to said song.
Randall walked the road in silence. His violet eyes stared intently at the horizon spreading before him but he [...]
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Posted in Short Story, tagged asian, bamboo, death, emperor, fantasy, fear, horror, life, man, scared, senaiya, symbols, vomit on January 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Senaiya watched as the man, covered in mud and dripping with water, crawled onto the bank before her, exhaustion rattling his breath. Water ran down his face, dripping from his hair and nose. He looked defeated, beaten by what ever ills had befallen him, but still she did not move, afraid that he would see [...]
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