Above me, the tree is letting loose its streamers, its confetti. It’s drifting down the crinkled orange leaves and depositing them upon the water. I take a long sigh, not in frustration, but a release of everything that is not this peaceful moment.
My phone rings gently against my hip, and I check who’s calling. Continue reading
In the water, something swam along. It was entirely and fully unaware of its position—but it lived it all the same.
In the air, a person with not much to do and little interest in matters of her own life walked along, looking at her feet. Continue reading
Stretching to either side of the head,
Red and with a skin not affected by fire,
Standing with his claws outstretched, Continue reading
See the stalwart kings fighting against the darkness dreary,
See the knights riding horses with lances held brightly,
They will defeat the dragons that slide down heavily. Continue reading
As I’ve mentioned a very long time ago on this blog, I walk every day. But lately, I’ve been mostly walking at night. I like the dark, and I enjoy the quiet and the calm.
I also enjoy all the animals that come out at night.
My neighborhood is full of them. So far, I’ve come across rabbits, bats, possums, and the occasional stray cat. I’ve also, and perhaps I’ll do another post later about this story, come across a pair of huge owls. Continue reading
They were not kidding when they said it would become hard to find time to write when you started to see some success. My Actually Author series is going pretty well (I’m at 974 orders!) and I spent a lot of time on ads.
A lot. Continue reading
He smiled, and it was like he had sprouted daggers from his face. They slid out from his gums and overlapped with glistening white edges. His throat elongated, and down the layers was yet more pointing, growing, needle-tip blades. Continue reading
On a shelf,
Sits a book,
Twin pieces. Continue reading
When the feet move,
At the slowest version of the brain speed,
In motion across space, Continue reading
While I am fond of the noise it makes,
I do have to say that it is quite loud,
To be typing away at this keyboard,
This late at night, Continue reading
Despite being very into technology, I cannot escape the usefulness of analog tools for note-taking. I use software for organization, and some of it is freaking amazing—but I find it best used with two other tools: sticky notes and notebooks. Continue reading
Count the marks on the walls,
See the way it seems to fall,
Tick down to infinity, Continue reading
His eyes were slimy things, goop dripping down upon his chin from those misty globules. He stumbled around, unable to see past the sheen of pure mucus. Continue reading
The time changed,
And with it the sun,
And the wind. Continue reading
The smell awoke Kenny. He got groggily out of bed, the clock on his nightstand showing well past 3 am. His boyfriend was still asleep.
“What the fuck is she doing…” Kenny muttered. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and quietly opened and closed the bedroom door.
The bustle became obvious then: the sound of splashing, the oven door being aggressively handled. Continue reading