Dead men do tell tales, it just takes effort to listen. Deluded amateur writer who hopes to write full time. Posting thoughtful insights and fun stories.
Alan looked up from his desk. Everything was in its place, the small framed photo of him and his mother on vacation, the computer with the slight imperceptible hum, and the small purple flower that
Review of the Red Space Series by David Wellington (Paradise 1, Revenant X, Erebus 13) CONTAINS HEAVY SPOILERS I am a big fan of this series and enjoyed it quite a lot. To the degree that I waited six
When I first picked up The Whispering Room, I was unaware that the Jane Hawk novels were intended to be read in order. However, this did not inhibit my enjoyment or understanding of it, which must be
The rain carved tears down the gravestones, erasing the dust and grime that coated the forgotten resting places of loved one’s past. Penelope Crowe’s gravestone didn’t cry, both because of my
I watched as he fell. It actually took longer than I expected, which showed how remarkable his determination was to stay upward. To fight. To live. I have watched many fighters over the years, all
The sounds of the forest were a perfect ambiance to cover everything. The gentle rustling of the grass to the quiet creaking of the broughs above them. A constant sigh of the earth as sure as the
I think one of the points people are failing to discuss in regards to AI art is this: What is the point of the art? Art and artistic expression are not set in stone for how they are done. Neither is
Romans 10:13-17 For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved. How then shall they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how shall they believe in him of whom they have
I heard an allegory recently on how energy and money coincide. After all, energy is essentially the currency though which biological life sustains itself. In our modern financial world that allegory
No one ever truly escaped the dust. It remained no matter the work one put in to remove it. Bartholomew of Legotia hunched over caked in that dust, he could scarcely remember the time he had not been.
The Whispering Pass was never silent. Screams were not uncommon echoing from between the stone walls, from an unfortunate soul who had chosen the wrong day to journey. But today was like most days