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Sporulation

Hi reader friends. Below is a one-shot piece of fiction I wrote for the heck of it. It’s been sitting in my notes for a long while and I decided that was not meant to be it’s final resting place. I share it here in its raw and only slightly edited form. As with all […]

November 4

I was born today. Life flows in its incessant and never-ending beat, carrying on in earnest ignorance to the significance of a day, an hour, the seconds that tick on. Though significance really is a silly thing we call these days. We ascribe to them a symbolism and pay specific attention to a few that […]

Midnight Pentameter

A summer breeze brushed the skin of my cheek. On impulse, my eyes shuttered to allow for the brief sensation to overwhelm my senses. Touch and smell, taste and sound; all bore witness. The warm air I sipped tasted delicious. Trees shivered against the soft-spoken wind; I could hear their brushing of leaf to leaf. […]

Sunkissed

I stepped out into the morning light as I’d done many times before. Like clockwork the sun painted the horizon in its set points and lent its warmth to varying degrees. The sensation was so familiar, I sought it out like a daughter hoping for comfort from the embrace of a parent. With eyes closed, […]

Last Resort

Hi reader. Here is another fictional tale I wrote under the prompt “include a ship on the horizon”. Hope you enjoy it! Leave me some feedback, like this post, follow me for more! I forever appreciate the support. Within the ramparts of our befallen ship was a detached visual amplifier. By using refractory light on […]

Trophy

Hi, readers. Below is a short story I wrote with the given prompt: include a notebook and a mysterious 20,000 dollar check. I thought I’d share it here. Let me know what you think and if you’d enjoy reading more of my fictional tales. Skarface is an ever evolving platform for me to share my […]

State Shift

Before I set about writing this, I looked up and around me in desperate attempt to find the words I wanted. Pining for them tends to fail in yielding ample fruit. If any fruit is found, the pickings are slim and of poor taste. Fruit is fruit, though. If I am starving for artistic nutrients […]