February 2012
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A Lunatic and a Psychopath
Michael stared at the corner of the room, sitting on his chair. He was dressed in green scrubs that were disheveled and dirty, his curly sandy blonde hair was shoulder length, and he had an unkempt beard. His blue eyes darted from each wall that connected the corner of the room, tracking things that just weren’t there. He had his right hand closed around his left bicep, fingers...
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The (Almost) Deaths of a Princess
The princess stared out the window to her palace room, looking upon the kingdom. It really was a beautiful day. The princess sighed; it wasn’t like there was anything else to compare it to, every day was a beautiful day. Even the days that rained managed to be more enchanting than annoying or bothersome. Everything was perfect in the kingdom, her parents the King and Queen were...
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Things a Mother Does
The wind whipped around Stacy and Delilah, flinging leaves and causing the branches of the trees surrounding them to dance wildly. Stacy clutched Delilah to her, terrified looks on both their faces. Stacy’s face held something more though, regret and resignation. She put her hands on her daughter’s shoulders, bringing her close to her.
In front of them shadows formed...
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Fancy Swinging Murder Time
Steve sat at the bar, his fingers wrapped around his glass of scotch. He was dressed in his finest formal wear, black silk suit with off white pinstripes. He’d had to leave his overcoat and top hat at the door though. He brought the scotch up to his lips and took a sip, happy with the taste and the feel of it sliding down his throat, burning along the way.
Some lounge...
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Suitable Mate
Cale felt the sweat drip from his face. He swung his broadsword, piercing the armor of his foe and dropping him to the ground. He gave the sword a good yank and prepared himself for the next enemy. Around him his men were doing their best but the enemy moved with a single focus. Their men stared with blank eyes, moving and ducking as a single unit, slowly whittling away at Cale’s...
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Activities for Couples
They made an imposing pair, the two of them; him in leather and her in latex. He wore old school black army combat boots; she wore a pair of her thick soled ass stomping boots. They both wore sunglasses. They were holding hands when they walked into the building, but they casually let them drop to their sides as they walked in. They didn’t do it because they were ashamed of their...
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Federalism
Ok, rant time. If you’re not interested, move on, it won’t hurt my feelings.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, I am at heart an anarchist. Not the burn the world down, lack of respect for anything and everything, do a lot of pot type of anarchist. In fact I would more than likely never do any of those things. I am the people should have complete control over their lives type of...
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Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots
Wayne stood at the door to the kitchen. He watched Yoshimi pull the vitamins out of the cupboard. He admired her toned arms as she grabbed a glass, filling it with water. She turned and flashed him a grin as she tossed the pills in her mouth and washed them down with the water. She was wearing her track suit from her morning workout, yellow with a blue stripe down the side. She...
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All and Nothing
This is pretty much the most sappy thing I’ve ever written. I’m not sure why I wrote it. I blame the few Etta James songs that I listened to. Not that I’m saying my words approach her level in any sort of way. I’m just saying she put me in a sappy mood. More reality challenging works of fiction to...
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Fury
It had been a long time since it felt anything but fury. Twisting at its core, churning at its emotions, and altering everything it saw and felt into hate. It stalked the forests and the streets, dragging its claws against any surfaces, leaving smoking trails of pain and anger. It destroyed everything that it came into contact with, animate, inanimate, human, inhuman, it didn’t...
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Fitting In
Ok, this whole creative stint has been fun, but it’s time for some ranting. To those that have tuned into this channel solely for my creative works thank you, and I’m sorry that this won’t fall into that category. I will be posting more works of fiction in the near future, I can guarantee you that. I’ve got the bug back and it doesn’t look like it’s going away...
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Beautiful Pain
For ordinarywonder
Your words inspire me. Twisting, gnawing, gnashing in a brilliant discord that creates a harmony of discontent. Raging against the ordinary and pushing against the mundane. You inspire terror with your beautiful words of restlessness that transforms in an epiphany of understanding. Your displeasure and distaste leaves a sour taste in my mouth that I can’t wash away with an...
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Valentine's Day in the Woods
Elizabeth crashed through the tree branches, feeling them scratch against her skin and crash together behind her. Her heartbeat raced as she placed one foot in front of the other and ran as fast as she could. She glanced to her sides and saw nothing in the three feet of forest that she could. The moon was in the sky but it didn’t provide any significant illumination for her run...
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The Trial
Wulfgar stood at the base of the waterfall, looking up. He could feel the flow of the water behind him, crashing on the lake it fed into. There was four feet of clearance from the base of the cliff and the water itself, and Wulfgar stood on a small island in the space between them. He could see the small cave, about thirty feet up that was his goal.
As he found the...
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Camera
Jimmy was a photog. He saw the world through a camera lens, snapping photos whenever the fancy took him. He saw everything as captures and shoots, blacks, whites, and color composition. Even when the camera wasn’t in his hand he was always trying to figure out how to get the perfect shot. His friends used them for their photography needs, though he only took candid shots, never...
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The Call
Darkness beckons. Oblivion calls. The sweet silence of simple nothing sings a siren call. The comfort of emptiness, the sympathy of the void. Asking for nothing, demanding nothing, and offering a glorious nothing in return. To look on it is to weep, to understand it is to forget, to comprehend its workings is to lose all comprehension. It is release.
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The Art of Stepping
Stepping is perhaps one of the most mundane parts of our existence as human beings. We all do it numerous times in our day to day activities. The fact is that to get from one place to another a person has to travel, and for a lot of the time the only mode of transportation that is truly viable is stepping. We place one foot in front of the other and propel ourselves forward towards...
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Call For Help
I don’t have a horrendously large amount of followers, well, not very many at all. But I was wondering if any of you wonderful people that do take the time to read this had any artistic (drawing/painting) abilities?
I’m writing a short story for a friend and want to put a cover page on it. Unfortunately I have no visual creative abilities whatsoever. I know the basic layout for what I...
Identity
My turn.
“No, you had your turn not that long ago.”
Want to hunt.
“It’s too soon, I told you, we need to spread it out.”
Want to stalk.
“I know, and you will.”
Now.
“No, it’s too soon. I need to be normal.”
Weak.
“Why, just because you don’t live like this?”
No, refuse to admit true nature.
“True nature? What do you know about true nature?”
Am true nature.
“No, no you aren’t, you’re an...
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Inspiration
She is the young sage whose age denies her wisdom. She cuts her supplicants with words of rage, fury, and guidance. She leaves deep red scars of understanding and epiphany. She sees beauty in the ordinary and wonder in the mundane. She beats against normal with nothing more than the power of her words, revealing the hidden layer behind. She is malcontent, discontent, and forever beyond the touch...
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King Delirium
He was dressed in a yellow suit with deep purple pinstriped. He face had a strange contortion that was at once a smile and a grimace. Freddy almost could have thought that it was painted it on, it wasn’t. That was his natural face. Well, as natural a face as he had. He flashed Freddy his smile/grimace and takes a deep bow.
“Welcome one and all,” he told him, “To this...
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Dang It
Wanted to post the music currently playing as I attempt to sit down and write, because it makes me laugh, but I can’t. It’s the Excorcism of Chucky Remix EP from Rushtex.
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Tasty Meal
“Come on, just hurry up,” Belinda said, irritation present in her voice, “Just cut the lock.”
Jimmy sighed and stared at the lock, bringing the pair of bolt cutters up to it. He grunted as he brought the handle together, muscles on his large arms bulging as he snapped the lock. Jimmy was a fine specimen of a corn fed Iowa boy, six foot, broad shoulders, muscled, sandy...
A Call to Action →
As a fellow soldier I find this very moving. If you aren’t aware of the plights soldier’s face when coming home, read about it. Some of the stats are very sad. I feel blessed to live in a culture that is as supportive of it’s armed forces as it is, I’ve faced very little opposition in the places I’ve gone, in fact mostly I’ve been met with support, however I do...
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Gotta Eat
Sean leaned back in his loveseat, staring at the open expanse of sky above him. As he took a long drag off the cigarette in his mouth he could almost believe that everything was alright in the world. He put the cigarette out in the ashtray on the small table in front of him and looked around him. Yeah, you could almost believe that everything was alright with the world until you saw...
Song that inspired last night’s (this...
Dante’s Cappuccino
grouchomac:
The Devil is a rather cordial fellow. I met him one afternoon at a coffee shop. Now, most people assume that they’d run into the Devil in a bar or an alley or a parking lot. Nope. The Fallen Angel, the Prince of Darkness, Lucifer, frequents coffee shops. I was in one of those independent places filled with liberal arts college hipsters and aspiring writers with MacBooks. Some...
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Caricature
Leanne crossed herself as she crossed the threshold to the motel. It wasn’t very pretty, hell, it wasn’t even very sanitary, but it was the unappealing qualities that brought her here. She brushed her khaki skirt with her hand and then tugged on the collar of her green sweater, staring at the walls of the building. Yellowed with grime, Leanne could swear that she smelled the...
January 2012
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Sins and Tragedies
Christopher didn’t usually attend events, at least not recently, not since… the incident. But this was Beth-Amber’s wedding, little Beth-Amber his cousin, who he had such fond memories of playing with as a child, in the before times. His doctors weren’t sure he was ready for, trained for it, but he needed this, so reluctantly they let him go. So he wrapped himself in his strongest...
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A Dream In Space: 1 The Royals
A long project that I’m in the process of rewriting because it got lost. I’ll post each ‘chapter’ as I finish rewriting it. It might start looking a tad familiar… at least I hope it does.
The crowd was gathered in the throne room for the announcement. Older and nobler men and women dressed in elegant fashions with their families were in the front,...
Well, the weekend has come and gone and I now I must prepare for the daily grind that is work. To all my new friends that are fellow fiction writers, thank you! Your support and writing has inspired me to one of the most productive weekends in a LONG time. Not sure what the week will look like activity wise, but I feel like I might be able to keep it up a little. Night time beckons due to having...
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The Strike
Frank looked up from the digireader in his hand to check the road. It was still clear, no ATF presence to speak of. As a large billboard with a heavily armored ATF soldier and the words Tobacco Kills whizzed by Frank returned to the map on his digireader. The implants in his eyes and brain showed the status of his team members as well as the other three team leads for the mission....
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Best Movie Ever?
Watching through Donnie Darko, Extended Edition, such an amazing movie. Realize new things about it everytime I watch it. The theme that continues to stand out the most when I watch it though is small minded people that are unable and unwilling to see things beyond their limited perception of reality. Smallminded people unwilling to think, comprehend, or question the world around them. They...
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Wonder 'Round You
The world and life are beautiful, wonderful, and complicated things. The moment that we believe that we understand them and that we have reduced it down to a simple equation that explains everything, the moment that we shut out all about them that we do not like and that we do not comprehend, is the moment that we deny the endless possibilities that are set before us. Good, bad, hurtful, fearful,...
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The Struggle
Life is a struggle, and that is a good thing, the ultimate gift. It is the time of trials that define and shape our character. It is how we face each moment when we are down and out; the step that we take next that creates the people that we eventually become. It is the ultimate struggle that leads to the ultimate tragedy, death. And it is that ultimate tragedy that drives us to our greatest...
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Old Frank
Old Frank shuffled along the side walk, staring blankly about him. He cringed at sights that no one saw and stopped to observe what were obviously imaginary scenes. He wore an old sweater that was ratted, torn, and smelled of old garbage. A knit cap in similar condition sat atop long curly gray hair that hadn’t been washed in weeks. He had on a pair of dark blue jeans with holes in...
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The First Drag
The gas hisses softly. The flint clicks as it grinds to create the sparks. The sparks ignite the gas with a quick burst to create the flame. The flame glows as it is brought up to the end to light the paper. The fresh cherry glows orange as I suck the filter; slowly burning the paper and nicotine. The smoke fills my mouth, leaving a hint of nicotine and mint. I inhale the smoke and my lungs...
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Difficult Choices
Mike stared at the screen. Lines of code filled it, his text cursor blinking at the bottom. He stared at that blinking cursor and inhaled sharply, letting the breath out slowly. He looked around him; Luke in the next cubicle, working on the targeting system, Michelle down the aisle, working on the ballistic guidance system. He looked at the small picture frame next to his monitor,...
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The Land of the Tuatha De Danann
The night was silent and warm. Steven stood on the edge of the road, his car parked on the shoulder, emergency blinkers on, staring at the forest in front of him, one hand in his pocket, the other pulling the cigarette from his mouth. He inhaled deeply and exhaled the smoke as he brought the cigarette down to his side.
He’d seen her. She’d dashed quickly into the...
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Status Quo
Ok, time for some ramblings, deal with it. I’m hyper and have time to kill before I go see a movie, so it’s time to jot down some things I’m thinking about. Chances are there will be swearing, foundation questioning, and thought invoking, so, if any of those things offend you, you’d do best to just move on. Read something perhaps not written by a diabolical madman with...
November 2011
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Never Argue With Your Girlfriend During a Zombie...
The machete landed on its neck with a solid thunk. Then it just stuck there, I pulled briefly before giving up, dropping quickly to the gound, and rolling back. The zombie shuffled forward, thick viscous and already partially coagulated blood oozed out of the gaping wound on its neck. As I jumped to my feet and began dancing backward, a frustrated look on my face, Suzanne swung the...
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The Changing Face of America
As I’m writing this now there should be no swearing in this post. Other ones on this blog do though.
Politics has always been something of an interest for me. My freshmen year of high school I naively developed what I thought would be an ideal political situation. Looking back now I can see that what I thought would be ideal wouldn’t work in actual practice. Of course that’s...
May 2011
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None of it works, everything's broken
First of all I’d like to apologize to anyone that’s offended by the following statements. It’s not my intent, I honestly don’t care if anyone reads this or not. I don’t really expect anyone to read this. It is merely a rant. So again, I apologize if I offend. If you’re offended by swearing or political bashing, you should stop reading. If you’re offended...
September 2010
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Sandman
Neil Gaiman’s Sandman series is without a doubt in my mind one of the greatest literary achievements of our generation. I don’t care if it’s a graphic novel series, a collection of comic books. Years from now this collection, which saw its genesis more than twenty years ago, people will still be discovering reading, and discussing Gaiman’s tales of Lord Morpheus and his siblings the endless. Like...
August 2010
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Pigeon John and Nneka
Okay, haven’t done one of these since my Myspace days but I’m gonna give it a go anyway. I’ve spent the last year in the wilderness (Kansas) and came back to the Promised Land (Portland). Went to a great show at @DougFirLounge tonight. Saw @dothepigeon and @Nnekaworld (Pigeon John and Nneka). Great show.
First up was Pigeon John. If you’re looking for “serious”...
July 2010
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Independence Day
The Fourth of July has always held a special place in my heart, because no matter how messed up I think we may be, no matter what I don’t like, this is still the best place to live. I’ve always stood tall during the National Anthem and I’ve always grinned at the fireworks during the Fourth, especially when my closet pyro father is running away from them. This has become...
June 2010
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Creative Outlet #1 Take 2
My last post disappeared into the ether, so I’m trying again. My laptop died and I’m using this as a creative outlet. It’s written quickly and on my phone, so don’t expect too much. The light was blinding at first. After eleven months of sleep it takes a short time for the eyes to adjust. October let the process finish, letting the muscle simulators in his sleeping chamber...