November 12th, 2008 | published in Volume I
The wind in the pebble. Writing thoughts, Is like trying to catch the wind, Or holding hands with time. You think you’ve got a good grasp, But turn to look, And see you’re holding onto death, And that the wind is a stone, And your thoughts are not even blood, Or water; just a myth. […]
read onNovember 12th, 2008 | published in Volume I
The scenes she’d left behind in London gambolled erratically through her mind, out of synch with the soothing rhythm of the train. Lena nursed a Jack Daniels and tried to recapture the blissful assurance that helped her pack her bags just hours ago. She stared out the window into the night. The red-eyed reflection of […]
read onNovember 4th, 2008 | published in Volume I
The Operation He was sweating and sweating real bad. He lifted a cigarette from an unseen pocket and placed it in his lips. It hung there waiting for the match. He always used matches, never a light, it seemed amazing that people still used those simple wooden things; it reminded me of a long forgotten […]
read onNovember 3rd, 2008 | published in Volume I
“Just put it in anyway. What can we do about it now? We open in one hour.” the dwarfish figure yelled at the men in overalls. His booming voice did not match his diminutive size. Shaking their heads, the workmen muttered under their breath as they carried the glass over to the empty frame. A […]
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