It has been awhile since i last posted anything personal. I'm looking into the future and find less of a desire to pursue anything that deals with a career, or money, or any of that. Yet, i'm painting and writing more, with a curiosity for the more modern artist's ( Read more... )

i try and keep it together ( Read more... )

Khaela felt the muzzle of the gun press into the back of his neck, he rolled his eyes in disbelief thinking to himself. “that’s twice damn it ( Read more... )

She sat alone on the park bench, hey eyes reflecting the city lights, there in the cold night, her head hung low, staring at the concrete beneath her feet. She heard the droning of engines over head, the sharp wail broke her moment of self-loathing. She looked towards the direction of the starport. One foot in front of the other, she slowly walked ( Read more... )

Operatives: The First Nations answer to the awakened. When the Host Of The Enlightened sold their products, The First Nation only bought a handful. These few they then desiccated and experimented upon. Although significantly less capable then a single awakened, there are however more of Operatives. It is this idea that The First Nation bought into ( Read more... )

Khaela and Isha were the last to step through the airlock. His suit of armor effortlessly stepping over the junk in the cargo bay. The rest of the crew turned to watch as they heard the hydraulics whine. He maneuvered into the corner, beginning the powering down sequence and the removing the interface from his body. Ashamenia stepped forward her ( Read more... )

There are children stories, of what exists in the dark between the stars. There are possibilities and coincidences, a universe full of relations to even the most remote obscure things. Interrelated, in a perfect harmony. Yet, there are things that defy all explanations, occurrences surreal and esoteric, quietly hidden away or rationalized by a ( Read more... )

The Long War has ended, years of devastation and atrocities breathed its final death throws on near forgotten back water planets. The victor being calling themselves the First Nation, stood over the ash’s and mangled corpse’s of those who would oppose totalitarian rule ( Read more... )

*I'm not sure how this letter ended up in my possession, i investigated the address and i found nothing, the place didn't exist, and there is no Bishop Moors. I thought its contents may be of some interst to you, considering the nature of your expertise. However, i will caution you, that having done hand writing analysis and other esoteric methods ( Read more... )

Father, Eric... We were kids together, you never approved of my life, and i always thought you were a bit of a dork, and all high and mighty in your religon. I wish i listend, so much has happend lately, i'm going insane Eric. I'm seeing these horriable things, in broad day light, everywhere too, the sky, The trees.. christ man the tree's were ( Read more... )