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The Creator’s Block
I. Had. Nothing. I changed brush sizes. Stepped to the side to view my unfinished painting from another angle, praying to myself for inspiration. Still. Nothing. It had been a millennia since I was motivated to create something. Still not motivated. A millennia since I’d had the confidence to continue my work. Confidence, missing. I… — read more
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Heads Up Display
He blinked rapidly trying to rid his irritated left eye of the rapidly expanding red meter. His therapist didn’t believe him. Nobody ever does. He regretted even making the appointment. His therapist sat there, tapping her cleft chin with her designer pen. He wanted to stand up right there and leave the room. The display… — read more
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Glorious Transitions
Interlinking short tales about after-lives that exist in the infinite realms of the “Transition Plane”. — read more
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Poetry – My Love, My Adversary
I don’t like Poetry. So I reject her at every turn. With every fiber of my exhausted being. But she craves that sort of thing. Stubborn Poetry. Blossoms in both sunlight and shade. I detest how she makes me feel. Or how she forces me to feel. Or the ways she feels about me. Or… — read more
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Diamond’s Tuition
The photographs looked nothing like her. Snap! The creeper photographer began snapping from lower angles. She fixed her hair in one of several smudged mirrors surrounding the half-empty loft. The photos looked nothing like her. Which was a good thing. She never gives photographers or agents her real name. To them, she’s Diamond. In case she ever… — read more
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Sleep In Peace
Sleep in peace, brave warrior. Lay your weapons and burdens aside. Accept peace and remain in it, knowing you fought well. Against impossible enemies. Against fate. You protected me. Loved me. Now it’s time to become one with me. Become me. And I promise you. You will never know death In my embrace. Only eternal… — read more
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Fleeting Tale Vol. 3 “Goodbye, Miles…”
He sighed. Carved the webbing from the door along with the petrified corpse of his eight-legged friend Miles. Miles was amazing. A solid friend who kept flies out of his basement and away from where he practiced his turntables every Sunday. And in return, he allowed Miles to use the real estate at the top corner… — read more
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Fleeting Tale (Vol. 2… a.k.a. mandatory weekly update volume whatever).
He found nothing about life funny. Or beautiful. Or remotely enjoyable. He sank lower in his seat. Well, there was his wife, and his many unpublished writings. That’s Beautiful. Enjoyable. My writings suck. “Then you have negative fourteen to the…” His algebra professor droned while slowly fading out of existence. Can’t be me anymore. Must… — read more
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Fleeting tale (Unedited Short vol 1)
He stood from his desk and walked to the window. It was sunny, but deceptively cold. His toes were cryogenically frozen in his shoes- and will outlast him long after his death. He thought of how much wife says he’s good. Had the potential to be something. Thought about how much she hated his short sentences. He… — read more
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