Warm and cozy on my head as I lay myself in bed. As the flakes fall from the sky, I put on my warm hat just above my eye. And as I hold my mug, so steamy and hot, I wear my favorite hat on my head, warming my hands … Continue reading On Hats
Hello, all, just wanted to pop in to say something. I said some things that were morally questionable - to the Christian faith I prescribe to - in the story "The Chest of Wonders". I was young and silly when I wrote it, and I want to own up to this mistake. I've taken the … Continue reading Apologies for “The Chest of Wonders
First, I am a thinker. The words are like half-born children, Kind of existing but not quite. The ghosts of things that could be- Images swirling and forming and reforming again like smoke-clouds until the first words are finalized; solid like a kiln-fired statuette. And then I sit and I... write. Then, I am a … Continue reading The People who Sit at my Keyboard
It was a fine afternoon. More precisely, it was a fine 6 o'clock p.m., and in light of recent events, Solomon Salamander had invited Tottles Toad to have tea with him that afternoon. They were both far from comfortable being alone for too long, in light of recent events, and Solomon thought that he would … Continue reading The Roaming Mole
This is officially about a month to three weeks late of the actual anniversary, but better late than never, I suppose! So I just wanted to pop in and thank all of my readers and art-viewers for stopping by and looking at my work. I hope you enjoy your stay! I love all of you … Continue reading Two-year anniversary!
One day, Jeanine was walking out of her house with a basket full of home-made breads, pastries and jams. She was heading off to a local potluck that was happening a short walk away, where many of her friends would attend. On her walk, Jeanine encountered a man lying in a very dingy and sad … Continue reading Teach a man to bake…
Omar looked up at his friend with an exasperated expression. “Come down from there, you fool!” he called, “You'll kill yourself like that, I reckon!” “Hush up, you!” called his friend, who sat in the tree chopping branches for some new project. He was always making up some new project or another. “I'm perfectly capable … Continue reading On the Matter of Idiots
The glass now lied dreadfully on the floor, cracked, fine hardwood covered with spilt milk. The father looked down at the glass, as did his son. The former looked down sternly and had his hands on his hips, while his son stared down mournfully at all of the milk that he had not been able … Continue reading Spilt Milk
An unearthly light filled the room. He chased after her, but his lungs were becoming raw and his legs were tired. She run ahead of him with the eagerness of a child have been away from home for too long.
just saw a photo of tokyo sadness is in me just before I can think- "that's pretty" "that's cool" or whatever. i can only think that the reason why is that tokyo has no stars it doesn't even look like earth anymore and that is incredibly sad and i hope the people who … Continue reading Tokyo
