Otis: Requiem in Dmin.
There lives an experienced, aged Buck. An artist, a poet, a last of his kind lost to his mind. A calling of rest soon enveloping leads to trepidations of unfulfillment and mediocre routines. Between tangles of a finished bottle and a cigarette burning...
VPN - Poem
I will move away and you’ll continue to live in the past, presently You’ll be reminded of me, a sound, a...
The Jam Jar
For Neil Gaiman, who unknowingly gave me the seed crystal _ _ _ "Ye gods, that thing is repulsive."_ _ "Yes, I know."_ _ "Why do you keep it?"_ _ "It needs me."_ \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* The rat, mid-sized for his particular feral...
A Conversation in Altered Space
Ah! Damn! I gave them too much! Should've known how small their brains are. I thought they would be able to withstand it with such an ego. ...
A Mind's Eyes 04
Walking through a giant hedge maze, similar to the bocage hedgerows, I find myself looking up at a darkened sky. It's either dawn or dusk, but I can't be sure which. Wandering the maze alone,...
Real Time
Outside it’s bright, there’s a gentle breeze blowing through the trees, it’s warm and dry. It’s a nice day, for England. For England, it’s a nice day. Below, people run around on their day-to-days doing whatever it is that they do. Tails still or...
Names Long Lost - S
_I feel... Empty..._ Scout felt like nothing more than a hollow shell floating in a vast void far above and away from the earth. He thought the ground was far below him, but he wasn't sure. All of his body was covered in protective biking gear, save...
A Mind's Eyes 05
An on-and-off recurring dream where I am in a solid white room. It’s as if I am in a bright void, not unlike a sheet of paper and I’m the only character on it. Before me sits a small card table from the 1950s or 1960s, with a black and white...
Can't Take My Eyes Off You CH. 2
It felt surreal, like i was dreaming. as our tongues wrestled inside each others mouth, i knew this was what i wanted. this lasted for about ten seconds, before we pulled apart, panting. i looked into his eyes, smiling.
The Machine
I'm not human anymore but a mere animal instead, trapped inside instinct and the surrealism of dysmorphia. \*\*\* the third station is one of the soul, one of absurd knowledge and golden transcendence. i breathe heavily.
The Dreamwalker's Archive | The Hollowing
The Hollowing marked the beginning of a fracture that would echo through dream and waking alike. The waking world called them World War I and II. The dreaming remembers them differently — the Convergence, and the Second Convergence. Together,...
Pokemon Story - Brave Child and the Spooky Woods Ch. 2
Mary was the one who finally said it, for the surreal spectral structure was now facing them in the center of the field. "it's the ghost manor!!!"...