Postings with tag: surreal
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A terrifying storm sends Ben Brandon and his classic 1965 Jaguar XKE Coupe into the trunk of a yew tree somewhere in East Anglia. Then he enters the cottage zone of Jasmine Bond.
Plays on the idea of "justice," in Nature and of Man's. Please keep a Bible handy for reference, as Israel's God once more sets Himself over Egypt's and uses Ra to set Josh free.
Oh look, it’s one of those aqua-birds! They are common here in the desert. See the large, skin sack that hangs from its throat? That is full of water. Tragically, all aqua-birds birds are completely unaware of this fact.
I begin to notice that time is not behaving how it should. This is freaking me out. What is happening? This story is a rewrite of my earlier story, 'Retriever' which I have prepared for publication in my next volume of short stories. I feel that it is vastly improved.
'I'm telling you,' says Flavia. 'The guy was a complete stranger. He just walked up to me and handed me the bag.' 'And you didn't think to say what are you doing or who are you or anything like that,' says Matt. 'There wasn't time. It all happened very quickly,'…
The protagonist wakes up in a strange house and can't recall how he came to be there. It transpires there has been a murder. What does this have to do with him or those with whom he has relationships?
[It's late August, and school is starting again. Which means Jack needs to start surviving again.] "Survival only works if you burn brighter than the flames you're burning in." [Finally a senior, going for a third round in Yearbook, and is stuck in Milton for another full year.] "Because nothing…
Paul Clark has been tormented all his life by what he is told are nightmares, hallucinations, and his own mind. He does not believe this, is it possible that the suffering he has endured could be only nightmares?
She was a thousand contradictions. She was sociable, yet detached; fiery yet passive. She was chaotic as a hurricane, and as gentle as a pond. Her beauty wasn't in her physical appearance, but in her soul. She was art to the eye. She made you feel something you never thought…
I wrote something the other week, it includes love, the victorian time period, loss of memories, fire, and most importantly swimming through darkness into the light. Do you like it? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUOZ6Cty1zU -> Read it with this if you will.
A middle-aged man flies cross-country to the suburban split-level where he grew up, with a childhood scarred by divorce and physical violence. He politely introduces himself to the new owner, who gives him a cook's tour of the place. 40 years later, he expects change, but everything looks suspiciously familiar,…
Tarot card, The Moon: Fears and anxieties, believing illusions, experiencing distortion and chasing after fantasy, dreams and visions, disorientation. Warning - contains gore. Not for the faint of heart.
A collection of poetry I've written from late 2012 to present. Take precaution before reading some of these, as they may contain depressing themes. The image used as a cover for this was made by me, but the pictures involved were not taken/created by me.