Adrift

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.

Descend

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 →

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Steven Pinley, Chapter One.

I tell you, it was not like anything I've experienced before. I'm quite used to unnatural sights, unnameable diseases and horrid disfigurations. The field of biology and being an apprentice biologist has left me many visuals on my retinas, but none like the ones I have experienced with him.

Qualm

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.

A lesson in inspiration

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 →

Making art

'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 →

Do you speak … ?

It's a lovely day in the Ard├Ęche in France. There is small village, built on a bridge made out of yellowy cobble, covered by plants, spanning a valley several hundred metres wide. Under the bridge in the shade from the hot summer sun there is a market. It's a lovely market, all stalls selling produce... Continue Reading →

Dripping (pt. 1)

The dripping. The dripping from the roof unto the hard paved floor was what woke me up. Constant dripping, the interval of time between the maddening ticks did not change. It appeared to have been dripping since the dawn of the awful place, as the place where the water dripped onto had eroded into a... Continue Reading →

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