"Does reality exist objectively or is it a subjective projection of our thoughts?" - Thomas De Quincy to Inspector Ryan talking about Immanuel Kant in Murder as a Fine Art by David Morrell To answer that question I relate back to the last stanza of my poem 'What we Have, Had, and Never Will Again'… Continue reading Illusionist
The scene opens with a lone tree stump center stage. The tree stump is 3 meters wide in diameter. Upon the tree stump is a girl in large sized grey colored shirt for her petite body and worn overalls. She sits on the stump cross-legged holding a piece of paper and looking intently at it.… Continue reading Paper Thin
Rated for cursing. Meddle prompt.
Maybe a glimpse into my life would be a delight. I'm the second of six children. Fun fact, I was born on the 2nd in the year 1992. My birth month comes in at number 8. 8 is divisible by 2. 8÷2 = 4 What's more is that we can further divide 4 by 2.… Continue reading Numbers and Letters Mirror Each Other
At first they wore the aspect of charity, and seemed white slender angels who would save me; but then, all at once, there came the most deadly nausea over my spirit, and I felt every fiber in my frame thrill as if I had touched the wire of a galvanic battery, while the angel forms… Continue reading Taper
There once was a beetle and a bee, the bee had his head hung in shame. The beetle, a perceptive one, asked the little bee. "Why dost thou look so glum?" The bee, hesitant at first, replied in all politeness. "Forgive me, great one, I am disposed to this feeling of worthlessness for I'm a… Continue reading The Beetle and the Bee
A child lay on the bed, heaving through the dense air of death while her mother sat by her stroking the hair away which clung onto her sweaty forehead like skin. At the foot of the bed stood an ominous shadow, watching, quietly, over at the lying child and not a noise could be heard… Continue reading Madness be Theft