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 […]
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Palette and Easel
I dabbed then stroked. I blotted, then flicked. I mixed, then grazed, Pressed, and then glazed. I touched, then scraped. I swabbed, then swiped. I swirled, then kissed, Tapped, then caressed. I connected, then skimmed. I swabbed, then filled in. I mixed, then applied, blended and then smiled. I finally found you, […]
The Hinges of the Universe
In the quantum consideration of timelines, we can only be aware of the one on which we currently exist. Though there may be a trillion other possible lives that we may have out there in parallel universes, each choice leads both ourselves, and others, down a path that is new, and uniquely different path than […]
The Waste (VII)
Before Allamar brought his scaled, water-dwelling colossus to the village, the succession of chieftainship had been passed generationally, from father to son, for as long as any living member of the village could recall. The passing of time had been so considerable since the last catch-to-chieftainship, that none of the villagers could specifically remember whose […]
The Waste (V)
Lucius and Ignatius were seasoned hands when it came to setting up their camp. They easily retrieved their tent from what seemed to be a disorganized pile of sacks, bags, and boxes. Paris regarded the size of the bag with dubious curiosity, but from the too-small-seeming package they unfolded, little by little an unexplainably large piece of […]
Messages in Dreams
With my turns and twists, I submit, those sayings, and signals, and all the intimates. Those side shifts, and arches of spine, that project thoughts out, that bounce back, to you. As you dose in your blissfullness I anguish with restlessness, pawing my thoughts of you to the sky. When early birds cry, darkness finds my […]
Just Jump
Stop second guessing things, just jump, you can’t really know what it’s like unless you fully commit to the experience. You’ve heard this advice before, right? I know I have. It’s terrific advice to give to another person, yet terrifying advice to receive. Yeah! Go for it. Screw whatever conventional thought may say regarding a […]
The Waste (IV)
“A story?” Paris blurted incredulously. “How, may I ask, is a story payment for transportation?” “It is not a matter of how, but why.” “Why then?” “The intricacies of the transaction may, in time be revealed to you, traveler. At this point you must simply decide whether this is a cost that you wish to pay.” […]
RetroReflectiveCurrentContendednessSyndrome
I miss the days, of edamame and stand-up comedies. I miss the smiles and sways, laughs, drinks, and games. I miss the days of beers darts, and cheers. I miss those times, of wonder and wines. I miss those old flickers, without seeing the real pictures. I miss water guns, and I miss real fun. […]
The Waste (I)
THUMP! THUMP! Whoooooosh. Ssssss. THUMP! THUMP! Whoooooosh. Ssssss. THUMP! THUMP! Whoooooosh. Ssssss. THUMP! THUMP! Whoooooosh. Ssssss. Paris’s footfalls rapidly struck the dusty, dirt road. Stomped into the air, gritty brown particles rose in small puffs around the spots struck by his feet, hung in the desert air for a long breath, then returned to the […]