It has been exactly a year and a day since my last journal entry, which is odd. Hmm...Well keeping it alive at least.

I wish to be talked about, no matter what the context. I ask to be famous or infamous, either shall work. Right now I walk here as an invisible man, not on whose vices run wild, for if that were true, I would certainly be infamous. I am more of a thin and clear veil stretched across a doorway. The breath exerted by the faintest whisper of a ( Read more... )

"A night for change" was all he thought, as the boy ran from the group in great haste. Their separation was so sudden, so simple, so easy, and all could not end on such a note. Her beauty turned away, and yet her smile lingered in the air. One fluid step, as if she moved in slow motion, and she disappeared from view. My eyelids had slammed shut ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

In the past two weeks, my dreams have been filled with violence. Not ridiculous violence where one lives without heads, or acts normally while blood squirts from a leg that was just severed right in front of my eyes. The violence I see is true to life to the point where I wake wishing to never sleep again ( Read more... )

Wow, that was emo to the max. A tad bit frustrated with certain things, that's all. Ignore me for I have writers block, even bad writers have it. It takes just as much effort to write poorly than it does to write well.

More should be explained of this colossus we now faced. Windows lined each floor in an evenly spaced pattern, the panes of floors two and three missing. The entrance way was open, with the door lying inside the house, propped up by the knob. The hinges were missing, as well as any house numbers and knocker. We would find those brass numbers ( Read more... )

*I needed to write something, whether it was good or bad. I don't care how this ends up, it is just the result of no revision, and no editing. I wrote until I stopped and posted what I had. I feel better now. If only I could continue on my original story, though ( Read more... )

It started as a blur. Main Street physically shifted while the loop pauses its constant recycle. The needle lifted from our record, yet remained hanging over the track of Main Street. There we were walking along the infinite rotating space, with no control over when that needle should drop again. ‘Twas a new feeling to walk among the dead air, ( Read more... )

I was flipping around today and found Kenmore West Hockey on channel 13, which is apparently the Time warner Cable channel. I heard what sounded like Rob Ray's voice and paused to see if I was mistaken, which I wasn't. I kept watching out of nostalgia, and soon enough they cut to the audience. I saw many familiar faces including Mackenzie ( Read more... )