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Frozen crimson rivers, falling claret leaves
Carmine sand beaches, cerise tinted sunshine
Sanguine skies, rough ruby roads
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Eric looked up for a second time and saw nothing but the usual. The empty shell of “Ski-Mart” was to his front while the cries of car horns blared behind him at the corner of French and Union. ( Read more... )

I’m a modern man, a man for the millennium. Digital and smoke free. A diversified multi-cultural, post-modern deconstruction that is anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I’ve been up linked and downloaded, I’ve been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I’m a high-tech low-life. A cutting ( Read more... )

My brothers call me Fuse. We all have generic names like that; the man sitting to my left as I wrote this is called Nail, and to his back right sits a boy called Quarter. Also in the group of people that traveled with us are two identical twins called Hide and Seek. I wish I could tell some harrowing tale of escape, heroism and struggle but I ( Read more... )

I entered words into Google Image Search and picked photos that stood out from the rest. I decided I'm going to try and write a story using these photos as inspiration.

Happiness


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"As red numbers pass"

9:02pm. Jared’s finger snaps up so it’s pointing at the clock radio on the kitchen table next to him. Unaided by the rest of his hand, his index finger seemed to crawl across the table and trace the nine, the zero and the…three. ( Read more... )

(just something easy to come up in spell check and replace with whatever his name will be, suggestions ( Read more... )

This is the first hunk of the story I mentioned before named "Stanley". I started it a while ago at 3:30am when I needed to be in the office by 7:30am that day. I hated my boss for making me come in, so I wrote this and there it laid until recently when I had a mini-breakdown about never finishing anything I start. And here it is, the bit of " ( Read more... )

Welcome to your local bookstore.

This will mainly be a place for short stories I write and to comment back on others journals as apparently these are the only ways to get in contact with some people nowadays. I'm sure i'll update with "Stanley", a story I write a little over a year ago and finally revived soon.