I was once a blogger. It was during the years in which was benched at desk jobs with very, very little responsibility, and I was afforded the luxury of being able to cut my writerly milk teeth by means of web-based rant, analysis and confession. My life and my perceptions have changed since then, and I’ve…
Category: Prose
Catch-all category for short stories, etc.
The Art of Storytelling
The structure for this little mixed medium étude is a little different: the first part’s got twelve syllables per line, with the third stanza featuring rhyming couplets, followed by the prose in the second part. That’s just the only way it’d work. “The Art of Storytelling” I. The arrangements spell out every prickly, crumpled inconsistency…
A Chronoclysm
A Chronoclysm. He’s not sure if it’s the hangover talking at first. He clenches his jaw and closes his eyes to reassure himself of his sobriety. He lets slip a vocalized groan that echoes within the vacant space of the classroom, and its sound slices through the silence, providing an antidote to his uncertainty. He…
Tooth.
A microstorysketchylittlething I wrote a while ago. ♥ He’s a sheep in wolf’s clothing. His approach is buoyed by a bravado that I’d never see if he were naked. That smile. That grin. Delicious. We’ll meet later tonight. There’ll be no shepherd—human or celestial—to watch over me, so when he arrives, it’ll be perfectly moonless….
Something Different
Believe it or not, sometimes I write things that are unrelated to Nadiel. Call it a compulsion. Anyway, here: have a sketch. I reckon we’ll call this one Anima. She’ll hope it’s a dream later on. She’ll try to rationalize it, forming it into a wobbly excuse for the terror that rips through her on…