I have been absent from this blog for awhile. Sorry about that. For those of you who wonder if/when I will write anything on here again, the answer is yes. And even if it isn't anything new I will try to post previously unpublished materials that I have way back in the archives.
The following is kinda of dark and relies heavily on imagery.
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Nightfall story- 2008
Blood stains of a bowl cling to strings under the shadow of a chair. revolving. drip. revolving. drop. The shadow takes over the scent causing the maggots to dance. As the chair takes the last rotation of the night, a hand falls out of shadow. The pool of darkness consumes the hand much like it hides the maggots. The string has fallen and disappears. Sunlight pulls the dark curtain away revealing the tools of demise. The tools have become cold throughout the night and are no longer a threat. The dancing maggots have run off leaving marks from their feast. The chair has no more shadow, leaving the hand exposed for the flashing ink. The bowl has a story to tell.
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