Modern Society
In the battle of the rights, I wish one of us had won. Instead, we settled, on a compromise. I don't get my freedom. You don't get your privacy. The eyes across the room laugh at us. They have me trapped and know all about you.
One Page Stories
An Original
Sir Reginald Green had an everyman dream that himself will be seen as the original and not the reflection. By each day's end he had run the line through the unlimited bucket list:
* Balancing on top of a ceramic plate
* Teach a parrot theory of relativity
* Eat the
Time Off
Wholy determined in strides his actions unthought through carried results and the weight of a man heavy with a conscience. Inked by pen, curved by focus their lines merge in a blur. Cut in time, of a limb. Justice inquisitive paid a visit to those who called its name three
A Simple Question
Why, when in the end it's all for you?
A Shake
Chasmic strides in ember crackle up dolomite's brass edges. Timber carried the words, but had lost the message.
Transcendent
At the end of your days sum of all dreams will come to pass and become a remembrance past.
Devoid of reality with your ego smitten off the surface, the thrill removed what's left is a tip on a carapace. Freefalling freedom begets the existence you envisioned. With
Teak Burrows
Teak burrows form lines for former and informal lives of peasants and royals. Blood flowing with thick tempo sears sizzles entraps and clogs. Bubbled up in the surrounding mud is the crippled man losing the race to his last breath. The rigid stone wall crumbles sixteenth bricks under the screaming