Recursive Cycles
Recursive cycles cement their way into secluded lives ceaselessly expanding, enveloping all thought and action. People like you forgot how to live. Somewhere along the way you forgot to appreciate how the sky shifts as night falls or day breaks, the...
[Commission] Thievery: The Ruins of Expansion; or the criminal teacher and her flaming butt
Works of futuristic and postmodern art hanging from the walls, positioned far enough to not look too overbearing. this guy. oh, this guy.
The Analog Kid
Nowhere near graduation and already he was thinking about artists, colors, and everything from postmodern to dada. soon, stephen would go to a college and move into painting or design, whichever offered more money and make a fortune.
Wheel of Transformation
"the museum of bad art displays exclusively postmodern work." "false!" the ding of approval sounded as zeelo was awarded another $100. "beethoven made his coffee with exactly 60 beans every day." "false!"
Archmage, Part 1
About 8:00, we decide we're done discussing the specifics of calculus problems and writing critiques of postmodern works, we decide to play some video games. two more hours of left 4 dead (damn, she's good!)
The Axe Cuts Both Ways - Chapter 11
"if you're going more for a postmodern dungeon look, chief, you'll have to get rid of the comfy couch. it clashes with the feng shui." "shut it, wilde.... and the door. i don't want anyone else seeing this."
A Halloween Tradition
It was very postmodern. the only thing he needed now was a bag to carry his candy in. that was easy enough. a certain visitor of the night he encountered earlier had left his bed sheet costume behind.
Ashcroft Investigations: The Case of the Stolen Watch
If there's anyone in all the land who could understand this postmodern production it's you!" "i see..." the queen calmed down slightly. "well of course i get it... but it's not very good!" "yes well... it's not over yet!
Different but the same- Chapter 1 Pain - Edited
"so what if i did and anyway i think it looks better like that, very postmodern" he just laughed.
Ladder Racing, spring 2019 (Chapter 4)
Nobody cares how well their barista or mcdonalds server can monologue between modernism and postmodernism.
Pokerface
I still remember the first time I lied. I never lied as a child. I'm autistic – it's anathema. It's not that we can't or won't lie, if push comes to shove. It's that, for most of us, we'll always avoid it whenever we can and, when times force our...
Full Circle - Part 1
It was a normal day for him as he sat on his deck. He had no reason to cherish it any more then the ones before. He looked down upon the valley, golden from mid-fall leaves, as he sipped his coffee. It was 5:30, half an hour before work. He planned to...