A Stick in the Maud
It is a cassette featuring recordings of her poems. the first one starts out a bit dull, but it gets better right after that. i better finish this here. those poems are getting me a bit too relaxed to keep writing. then again...
The Nightmare
Martin practically ripped the cassette from vcr and stuffed it into the player. a while of rewinding and i saw my own hand in focus. i heard my own voice, slow, calm, weak. - i'm in the fog world. - real or fake? - i can't tell. but i think it's real.
Over the Hedge 2: Squirrel Disobedience
Heather: this says it can play cds and cassettes and even radio! panel 4. the diy boombox is now in heather's bag, as heather continues to dig through the items on the shelf, her tail wagging a little.
Mav (Mavology I)
He pulled out his bvp-3 betacam, and a cassette and smacked the door shut. going through the fence barricade, he made his way inside the old brick school. it was time to capture the usual "friday update" on the building. always on analog.
One More Day
Her eyes then opened a little wider before she asked, "that cassette tape i gave you with my poetry recordings on them... you still have it?"
Tending the Flames
I saw a tiny smile form on her lips as she said, "i recorded another cassette of them for you, james. you want to listen to it?" "you did?! yes, i'd be happy to!"
Analog Pt. I
As it rang, rob shoved a cassette tape into his tape recorder that the phone was plugged into. he hit record just as the secretary picked up. "mayor's office of chicago, how may i direct this call?"
The Art of War
Something felt different when I woke up this morning. Like after this long of no sign of a significant enemy detachment was starting to get to me. With every passing day of no encounter...
Shattered Souls
I saw everything... Everything that happened outside the labyrinth. The shrieks of agony, flashes of blood, and that mad laughter... And when the mirror shattered...I felt myself return with it. And then... And only then did I realize... What had I...
Down In The Dumps
Down In The Dumps by Alex Reynard \*\*\* Author's Introduction: Were you ever fascinated by trash as a kid? I definitely was. When I was little, I'd always wander around with my head down, checking out anything lying on the sidewalk....
Stones Amongst Snow
The day had arrived. And I had been uncertain of how to feel about it. It was a day that marked a return to unfamiliar territory. A place I had visited only once before and only...