The Boxes Are Doors
Each box is a door. Climb up, crawl in and off you go. Where you land, nobody knows. Continue reading The Boxes Are Doors
Each box is a door. Climb up, crawl in and off you go. Where you land, nobody knows. Continue reading The Boxes Are Doors
Happiness was drifting amid the clouds generated by human ingenuity and sampling their ideas and dreams. Or it was until… Continue reading Epistemology
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I give Gaia my soul to keep.
When sun’s rays alight on her earth,
I pray that Gaia keeps my berth… Continue reading Lulled by Rhymes
I had the college kid cornered, and even his drug-addled mind recognized that hence all the cowering…. Continue reading Mixed Media
Gaia pulled an earthen shield between me and the car that had just tried to flatten me… Continue reading Haiku Hunt
Gaia opened up a hole for me, and the ground under my feet pushed up, raising me to street level… Continue reading Random Risks
Bullets chewed through my apartment as I dropped and rolled into the living room. Continue reading Freeze Frame
Scrawled across the envelope’s back was this note: destiny calls you through this mark. Continue reading The Mark of Destiny
I glared at the author of my doom, which just stood there all gleaming metal and innocence. — A Detective Pagasmo tale
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I slammed the wrench into the cylindrical author of my doom…
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