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StoryCreatures of your deep thesnowman36012 years 10 months ago
StoryCosmos and Chaos thesnowman36012 years 10 months ago
StoryBox of strings layered with keys and meaning thesnowman36012 years 10 months ago
StoryAnatomy thesnowman36012 years 10 months ago
StoryAn Obligatory Response to Ouroboros thesnowman36212 years 10 months ago
StoryAberration thesnowman36012 years 10 months ago
StoryA shift in a drifting life thesnowman36012 years 10 months ago
StoryA new void thesnowman36012 years 10 months ago
StoryA lifetime by comparison thesnowman36012 years 10 months ago
StoryA Honda Civic and a whole lot of Mocha thesnowman36012 years 10 months ago
Forum topicLive for the day thesnowman36012 years 10 months ago
Forum topicThe Man In Avery thesnowman36212 years 10 months ago
Forum topicNewbie who would like a little critiquing thesnowman36312 years 10 months ago
CollectionAntagonist of the coming dawn thesnowman36112 years 10 months ago
CollectionThe Perfect Playlist thesnowman36012 years 10 months ago
CollectionTalls Tales Told at The Old Hooter Diner thesnowman36012 years 10 months ago
StoryVerdent Eyes With a Pitch Black Secret Destiny thesnowman36013 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Eyes are Hunters thesnowman36013 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Crack in the Sky thesnowman36113 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Science of Existence thesnowman36013 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Cages We Build thesnowman36313 years 1 week ago
StoryNostalgia thesnowman36013 years 1 week ago
StoryThe back of my hand thesnowman36013 years 1 week ago
StoryThe River thesnowman36013 years 1 week ago
StoryTorn thesnowman36013 years 1 week ago

My stories

The Eyes are Hunters

These crystalline forms dangling brilliantly side by side, forever hosts to the brilliance which shines through but never stays.

Cosmos and Chaos

Once in a while I lose my sense in all these particles and wonder if I too will become just as small and insignificant as the grains of sand I rush by.

The Crack in the Sky

Dim soft white and amber bulbs hang from structures unknown, their light splashing onto the tops of human silhouettes.

Life experience with a side of books

I know only what I have done, and nothing else.

The Science of Existence

We lead a life enchanted, because we can observe the layers of the world, both the humbling grand façade and the ornate mechanisms of equilibrium.

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