It has been quite some time since my experiences in this wild and wonderful world have led me to write of the preposterousness everyday life provides. This does not mean, that the awkward, bizarre, curious, eyebrow-raising, head-scratching buffonery has not occurred; merely, the degree of bewilderment I have experienced, has not propelled me towards the […]
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The Waste (XI)
The next morning, the pumping mechanism in the pen was engaged by the villagers, and the inhabitants of the octagonal enclosure were encouraged by immaculate engineering, to revisit the seas from whence they had been captured. It took little time after Allamar’s edict of augmentation, for the unwed fishermen of the village to have docked […]
Bleach, and Sadness
There are those that enjoy the act of cleaning. There are others that do not. There are some that clean, daily, compulsively, and consistently. And there are others that regard it as a burdensome bore. Regardless in which class you place yourself, cleaning is a necessity. Whether approached with regularity, or abhorently, failure to disperse […]
Cattle Chute
The rubber circles rapidly rotate upon the road and the rhythmic whir of the tires, the soothing whoosh of the swiftly passing air by open windows, and the invigorating, insistent, pulsing notes from the rock anthem blasting through the high wattage stereo system, pull upward at the corners of the drivers mouth, shoot stars into […]
No Rush
I’m not in a hurry. I’m not in a hurry. I’m not in a hurry. There’s no rush. I’m not in a hurry. I’m not in a hurry. I’ll take my time. I’m not in a hurry. It’s ok to be patient. I’m not in a hurry. I’m not in a hurry. I’m not in […]
The Waste (X)
The villagers waited out the impossibly long pause in Allamar’s speech. The sun bore down on patient brows, its insistence drawing beads of perspiration from calm onlookers. After long seconds of intense stillness, breath barely noted among the close-pressed villagers, Allamar reached towards his own chest. The crowd drew in a tiny collective breath, as […]
Eron’s Flight
The sun floated directly above the city, and the cobblestones of its streets basked in the warmth of its nurturing solar rays. Though the illumination seemed to pierce the most obscure recesses of the side roads and alleys, the temperature did not approach that of oppressive. The citizens were not seen utilizing the daily crier […]
The Sounds of Time Passing
What if we could hear the passing of time? How could we audibly experience the ticking intervals? Would seconds be virtually imperceptible? Would the sound be similar to the ever so slight rustling of drapes by a gentle breeze? Would seconds passing make a similar noise to that of a coupling of string instruments being […]
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“.γqqɒʜ mɒ I” ,ƨbɿow ɘʜɈ ʞɒɘqƨ γlɈƨɘnoʜ bnɒ ,ɘɔnɒnɘɈnυoɔ nwo ɿυoγ noqυ ʞool ,ɿoɿɿim ɘʜɈ ɘɿoʇɘd bnɒɈƨ ,ɘɈɒɈƨ wɒɿ Ɉƨom bnɒ Ɉƨɿow ɿυoγ ni bnɒ ,ϱninɿom ɘʜɈ ni ɘƨiɿ Ɉ’nɒɔ υoγ ʇi ,llɒ Ɉɒ ɘυlɒv on ʇo ɘɿɒ ,ɘviɘɔɘɿ bnɒ ,ɘviϱ γɒm ɘno ɈɒʜɈ ɘvol ɘʜɈ llɒ bnɒ ,ƨƨild γɿɒɿoqmɘɈ ʇo ƨɘɔnɘiɿɘqxɘ ɘʜɈ ʇo llɒ […]
The Waste (VIII)
Beginning around noon the next day, the entire village enjoyed exquisite food the likes of which many of the citizens had never tasted. No one could offer a plausible explanation regarding the source of a majority of the ingredients, for the elements of these recipes were not consistent with the villagers normal fare. Allamar postulated […]