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Fight!
The fog clears and he's left standing in the field, unprotected by brush, trees or rocks and without a moment's hesitation the archers fire, their arrows so many different ways to die and he dodges, first to the left and then to the right, inhuman speed his only companion, and though many come close to delivering him to Valhalla, none have the ( Read more... ) -
A Transistor Radio
The faint sound of the ancient dial’s metal sliding against aged plastic settled against the walls of the small, beige room. Thomas pulled his stuffed, silent bear closer to his chest as he fumbled at the round brass bit that protruded from the face of the antique transistor radio. Occasionally, it would sputter out some sound-either a bit or piece ( Read more... ) -
A short writing exercise
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A moment of Infatuated reverie
Her golden eyes shine in the sunlight with soaring intelligence and sincere interest.
Perhaps love is more common than I thought, or maybe I've simply lost sight of what it really is. -
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And . . . . he's back.
After a glorious return to home, I'm just now pulling together the strings of the new day, deciding what and whom I'll be seeing. It's amazing to think about the change in pace-- in arkansas, I would spend my days reading and drawing: not a bad time, if I do say so myself. Here, i probably won't get a chance to pick up my book all week, and drawing ( Read more... ) -
I can feel the Tug of Berkeley soil
The Kindle isn't hugely popular yet, but I have a feeling it's going to get more and more engrained in society as time goes on. As a method of entertaining yourself, try imaging that whenever someone talks about having just purchased or really enjoying their Kindle, they are, instead, talking about a recently obtained "Ken Doll", pronounced almost ( Read more... ) -
A Scary Moment of Realized Perspective
I may have to address at some point whatever quality of mine has allowed me to be so happy-go-lucky about art up until this point while at the same time vowing to myself and to everybody who asks in my life that I'll be a successful artist. At the moment, I recognize that I have a diverse range of skills, music, visual arts, performing arts, ( Read more... ) -
Life is Moving Constantly in Circles and over Infinite Distances.
The quarter is coming to a frightfully anticlimactic end. So much has happened these last eleven weeks, it's hard to really wrap my head around it all, but I think, if I were to average the experience (Fall Quarter 2009) it would be a good one. I've felt pain, been involved in conflicts, and even skirted the precipice of vegetarianism. That was ( Read more... ) -
The World Upon His Shoulders day 2
Thoughts of that night and the kindness of the old man slipped across the surface of Atlas’s mind as he dipped his hands into the rock. He was now nearly fourteen years old, and he was deep into his fourth year Earth Pushing. The cold grey surface of the slate before him sat begrudgingly against his palms. With a thought, the molecules shifted, and ( Read more... )