Recent Entries

• In the End

  May 20, 2008

   In the end, all that was left was our account of what had happened. Newspapers, books, recordings. Mountains upon mountains of catalogued information that chronicled every last act of humanity's final years. Not a piece was missing. Our observations were immaculate straight through to the f...

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• When Dad Calls

  May 18, 2008

                I answer the phone. My throat is dry. I hear the creaky voice, the shaky tone. He sounds mad. He sounds drunk. I push a hand through my hair.             “It&rsqu...

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• Homecoming

  May 13, 2008

   The cave was dismal. The stone was cold and jagged. Water echoed drearily as it dripped into a small puddle beside a series of obtrusive stone growths that had formed over the years.  Clara was snuggled up close to the wall, pulling a soiled blue shawl tight against her shivering body....

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• Looking Through the Glass

  May 12, 2008

   I rather enjoyed writing freely yesterday, so, as it is late and I am alone at the moment, I think I'll do it again.    Tonight I'd like to discuss Walt Disney's "Alice in Wonderland". A brave little outing in the world of classical animation, which dared to upset the st...

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• Nostalgia and Optimism

  May 10, 2008

  I sat down to write a short story, to write a post, and found myself at a loss for ideas. So, once again, I find myself scribing one of my seldom seen personal entries.  To begin, I don't know why I'm posting. I don't really do much in the way of "Open Diary" any longer.…

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• Skyward cont.

  November 29, 2006

   Claire was never the girl I wanted. She was just the girl I had. I didn't mean for us to happen, I didn't mean for any of it. All I wanted was a love worthy of a lifetime. But what I got was Claire.    I didn't say goodbye when I left for court that…

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• Skyward

  November 14, 2006

   And the leaves fell like rain.   To be cont.

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• What A Dream

  May 3, 2006

              What a dream I had:               The fog like black smoke. The streets gray and pale, thick with snow. The crunch of my footsteps echoing off into the night. The stars b...

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• Gun

  April 6, 2006

      She handed me the gun. I looked down at her hands- they were shaking. I held the gun in front of me, finger on the trigger. My hands were shaking too.    I knew it wouldn't work. I don't really think it was supposed to. Kathy said we were doin' it for the "t...

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