The closing chapter of the Steven Pinley short story.
I awoke adrift on an unfamiliar dingy raft beside that great island of confusion and madness. How I got there I don't know, why I was there is a conundrum even greater to me.
via Daily Prompt: Descend I had been in that house for years, uncountable to me. As far as my memories go, I had lived there. I was raised there, and after my parents died, when I was just nearing adulthood, I inherited the house. It was paid off by my parents, and when they both... Continue Reading →
They walked next to each other through the dimly lit street, lined by several shops and houses, as they often have. His eyes drifted from window to window, from shop to shop.
He sat there, waiting. He peered into his bag sat next to him, as he took out a single white rose and a photo in a dark, wooden photo frame.
I had bought a magazine on photography, as I was quite keen on photography and like to make pictures myself. I had bought a camera, second hand, a few months ago and was getting the hang of the new mechanics. I did have a camera before, but not one of this quality. I had bought... Continue Reading →
'How do you make a piece of art?' Making art is difficult at many a stage. No matter what corner of the artistic spectrum is yours. Starting a piece, continuing to create and then finishing are all, in their own rights, difficult steps. Here is a little help through the process of creating. First: The... Continue Reading →