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StoryCreatures of your deep thesnowman36013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryCosmos and Chaos thesnowman36013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBox of strings layered with keys and meaning thesnowman36013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAnatomy thesnowman36013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAn Obligatory Response to Ouroboros thesnowman36213 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAberration thesnowman36013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA shift in a drifting life thesnowman36013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA new void thesnowman36013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA lifetime by comparison thesnowman36013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Honda Civic and a whole lot of Mocha thesnowman36013 years 2 weeks ago
Forum topicLive for the day thesnowman36013 years 2 weeks ago
Forum topicThe Man In Avery thesnowman36213 years 2 weeks ago
Forum topicNewbie who would like a little critiquing thesnowman36313 years 2 weeks ago
CollectionAntagonist of the coming dawn thesnowman36113 years 2 weeks ago
CollectionThe Perfect Playlist thesnowman36013 years 2 weeks ago
CollectionTalls Tales Told at The Old Hooter Diner thesnowman36013 years 2 weeks ago
StoryVerdent Eyes With a Pitch Black Secret Destiny thesnowman36013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Eyes are Hunters thesnowman36013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Crack in the Sky thesnowman36113 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Science of Existence thesnowman36013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Cages We Build thesnowman36313 years 2 months ago
StoryNostalgia thesnowman36013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe back of my hand thesnowman36013 years 2 months ago
StoryThe River thesnowman36013 years 2 months ago
StoryTorn thesnowman36013 years 2 months 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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