August 2009
1 post
She was a thin drink of water that wandered in to my life. I could see her hesitate to pull off her driving gloves when she saw the condition of my office. She stood there in a dress, no longer pristine, that sang of better and easier times. You could tell by the look on her face that I was her last hope. Just what I needed, another needy dame begging me to find their father or lover and restore...
February 2009
1 post
Lyrics of some sort
There’s something to be said in a center of peace looking in, looking out the eyes dance around the flame leaps and soars on an azure sky bringing memories of the days gone by Swinging arms connect with opposing flesh snapping, breaking there way though running towards the distant shore following a breath of wind Nothing left to judge them by their broken chains the cold calm water...
January 2009
7 posts
There are a lot of things that can be associated with the sound “crunch”. Perhaps you’ve just bitten in to a toasted bagel smothered in cream cheese. Maybe it’s the sound a potato chip makes as you crack it in half in your hand. Taking a first step on new fallen snow.
It’s also the sound my leg made as I hit the ground at the bottom of the canyon.
The pain was...
Tick. Three steps forward. Tock. Two steps right. Tick. Jump forward two floor tiles. Tock. Drop to the floor. Tick. Roll to the right. Tock. Tick. Tock. Stop. Tick. Crouch. Tock. Roll forward. Tick. Stand up.
Stop the clock.
Now you can walk forward confidently. If you see a guard, shoot him. Be sure to equip a silencer before you go. Go up to the case and use the cutter to cut a 3 inch hole in...
It’s raining out. Even through the closed window I can tell it’s that cold penetrating rain. That rain that falls like the icy fingers from an old ex-lover walking over your grave. I get shivers up and down my spine just looking at the poor fools walking below the window, covering themselves with whatever they can grab in a futile attempt to keep dry. I just know I’m going to...
I neared the top of hill, battered, broken, and bloody. My one leg dragged useless behind me, but I pulled myself forward, leaving a trail of my blood in the trampled green grass. Ahead of me I could see a tree, which had stood tall at the beginning of the day, but was now shattered and burnt, the twisted wreckage of it a reminder of the fierce battle below. I hauled myself upright using one of...
A streak of blue in a sea of mousy brown, weaving and ducking, dipping in to the sea for a moment, then surfacing valiantly and plunging on in a new direction. I chase after her, my only hope of discovering her lying in my keen eye and the dazzling blue of her hair as it swirls and sways off down the road ahead of me. This way and that it darts such that keeping up with seems nearly impossible. I...
The A key played at midnight. A perfect 440 Hz pitch sounding in the cold dark. The A fell a half tone and then a full tone as two more keys sounded out in the night. A gloved finger lifted itself from the piano and brushed against a nearby bookcase, picking up a fine layer of dust. “Sloppy,” the man thought to himself. “This man obviously has no self-respect to leave his...
Who knows what will happen if I lose all self restraint. The madness never ends, it just becomes all consuming like fire on a man doused in jet fuel when you take a match to him. The husk of the man that remains is charred and broken, burnt and useless, but the madness that consumed him, the burning fire, that energy is released in to the world where it spreads, playing on eddys and currents in...
December 2008
3 posts
You see all of the worst parts of America from a train. Between the back alley construction sites and wearhouses lay piles of scrap and other debris carelessly left to rot. There are no nice homes near the tracks. The closest you get to viewing an upscale neighborhood is when you pass through a city or are high up on a hill, and faintly, in the distance, you can see a gleaming area of economic...
I woke up and blinked myself in to a bleary semi-consciousness, sitting on the corner of the bed, rocking slowly back and forth as I convinced enough of my synapses to fire up for me to stand. Finally, gaining control of my senses I shook my head and stood up and stretched. I yawned, lips cracking, my mouth an arid wasteland tasting of burning death. My, I thought to myself, what wonderful side...
We have decided to set down that which is we, just as our forebears have done from the dawn of history. We do this in the hope that you, the outsider, who is reading these words will come to understand what we are, what we have done, and why we have done it. We doubt we are like anything you may have encountered before, and so we wish to show you what we have done to ourselves and why. To show how...
October 2008
3 posts
Brandon: We do not understand this word "I"
Timothy: And that is why shall never understand love and you'll implode on yourself freeing the galaxy from your evil socialist views
Brandon: We will die eventually, it is true, but we do feel love. We do not understand "socialist" though, but we do not find ourselves to be evil.
Brandon: We are one organism, moving together, searching, feeling, expanding. Reshaping our environment in our image and fostering beauty.
Brandon: Fostering elegant simplicity through incomprehensible complexity.
Brandon: Making our world better so that we may survive and thrive to share it with those whom we meet.
Timothy: and that my dear friend is why I must annihilate the universe to spite you
Brandon: We do not agree. *tens of thousands of humans surround you and kill you*
I’m holding my breath right now. Heh. You know, they say not to… suffocation and all that… but sometimes, just sometimes… it’s worth the risk.
I am Jack’s aorta, and what Jack doesn’t know is that I’m trying to kill him.
September 2008
3 posts
“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes...”
– Van Gogh
““The best restaurants in any town are the ones that are open 24 hours. It...”
– Richard Kadrey
August 2008
7 posts
National Novel Writing Month →
This new e-notebook is part of an idea gathering process for this, among many other projects.
“It is our task in our time and in our generation to hand down undiminished to...”
– John Fitzgerald Kennedy (1917 – 1963)
A Bulwer-Lytton fiction contest entry idea:
His heart began beating faster and faster, his face disappearing in and out of the flashing red light that provided the only light in the room, as he groped in the dark for the only object which could same him, the only object that could have saved his dear wife now lying dead somewhere just out of range of that flashing red light: the oblong remote that would allow him to finally set the damned...