Practice in Four Parts
Practice in Four Parts * * * Can I ever truly be the simplest kind of free? I am envious of my father, who must see me as a bother. I always really loved to draw, to bring all my thoughts of awe, and give them all a proper sense, as my own...
Blue Valley Underground - Part 01 - Buckets
Blue Valley Underground By Alex Greys Part 01 - Buckets This carriage would soon be used to haul away captives. For now, it carried four Evangeline soldiers to their new post: Evan Volk, Glen Olvar, Abraham Eastrock, and Isaac of Rivermere. Isaac...
Blue Valley Underground - Part 05 - Acres
Blue Valley Underground - Part 5 - Acres There was vague awareness of buzzing far off in the distance. A long bout of dark confusion. Then the buzzing turned into chirping crickets. It was a peaceful, safe sound. But Isaac did not feel...
Blue Valley Underground - Part 03 - Tentacle
Blue Valley Underground - Part 3 - Tentacle Abraham was the watchman now as the sun set. Glen and Evan ate their dinner around the fire pit while Isaac chose to eat bugs with Dolly. Dolly was there and saw the whole thing--an innocent woman and her...
Western Skies
Western Skies * * * What is the value of gold, in the arms of someone old? Can it have a certain purpose, something on its shiny surface? What is a memory if not God, inside-out and acting odd; a something without much history, but acts as if...
The Subject Under Discussion
"literature major?" "no, literature lover." aleksandr looked down at his drink for a moment, then looked back at me. "i took a fairly cheap way out, i suppose.
Blue Valley Underground - Part 04 - Nymph
Blue Valley Underground - Part 4 - Nymph Until further notice, Isaac was sentenced to the second floor. Like a prisoner, he thought, because he'd done something wrong. He sat on his bed and slipped off his armor, figuring he wouldn't need it any time...
Les Citrus, Pt. II
Les Citrus (II) * * * Here I am for another day, a chance for just a chance; everyone has gone to pray, but I'm stuck in a trance. I'm never the morning kind, not like they need me to be; being trapped in my mad mind, always looking down just...
Les Citrus, Pt. I
Les Citrus (I) * * * Pallor from the coming squall, that chills you to the bone; we tended the fields for Fall, to bring food back home. Too bitter to stand up, the ground weighs you down, with memories of a cup, you had filled with a...
1. Introduction (100 Theme Challenge)
Dear Reader,I may not know you and you may not know me. We most likely haven't met at all even, that or we're close friends. However, I will not shy away from introducing myself and explaining the purpose of this little, or should I say big, writing...
Amo, Amas, Amat
Tell me about history through literature." the freshman held his breath at the lion's touch, half a hundred emotions vying for supremacy in the few seconds before he found his voice again.
Blue Valley Underground - Part 02 - Wormfood
Blue Valley Underground - Part 02 - Wormfood The carriage driver had made his own camp out of his carriage, pulling the cover over the back to make a tent. His horses were hitched to trees. He waited for his time to shine, but until then he was stuck...