I am a writer, or at least I say I am. My habits fit the creed perfectly. I regularly watch inspirational video's of Neil Gaiman. Never give up on your dreams. My passions are in tune perfectly, I routinely bleed on my brand new Hemmingway-brand typewriter. Show don't tell. My technique is flawless. I have … Continue reading So you want to be a Writer?
Priest had a name once, but he had long forsaken it. He had forsaken many other items of his person. The first and foremost is the incident in which he gained his fame in this small town, however in order for it to make a cent of sense a tad of storytelling is needed. After an … Continue reading Priest
Pontious Pick was born at 13 pounds by a white mother. Pick shared his skin more with his father, although no one could compare- except those who saw him running from the hospital. Already pronounced a bastard among his community Pontious, had broken his first rule: taboo. His schooling life brought no more favours than … Continue reading Pontious Pick
The humanity will end in a dream of gold and silicon. The virtual will shadow the real, slinking & stalking, before pouncing upon our necks with fangs. The death will be a doze. What we give for a perfect life simulated will be what it means to be alive. However they will be better they … Continue reading Silicon Gold Meat
I whipped off the sodden sheet to reveal the mirror. I dropped the cover only to see in the mirror that in the reflection the cover was already laying on the ground. My mind reeled back. This couldn't be happening again. I swung my hand up. And there is it was again! My hand was already … Continue reading On a mirror’s edge
My face contorted in the mirror into horror. I still couldn't comprehend: somehow, my reflection is slow. I was watching myself become aware of this very fact which had approximately happened 20 seconds ago. Immediately, cast a tattered blanket over the bewitching mirror. I felt safer knowing that no light was entering its cursed substance to … Continue reading My reflection is slow
How can a swan spit venom or a flower bloom in bile. You came into my life With hatred for your fellow monkeys Overflow from the hatred of yourselves. What is this alchemy that seeds love And love for one so toxic And vile to all and specially herself. You were a snake of which … Continue reading Swan Venom