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This is my writing page where I occasionally post pieces of writings I am working on. I publish my official content as PDFs for download :-) ... the files are available under the tab that says "Downloads" ^ Cheers!! |
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POSTED ON DECEMBER 19, 2020 |
Preview of AVALON:
The conference room was dark, the blinds in the windows drawn and only a few lights casting a glow over the long conference table. Three men sat around the end of the table, each a chair apart. Two of the men were young, around mid-30's, sitting nervously as they watched the third, who was significantly older. He sat at the head of the table, his face obscured by a shadow, one hand resting next to a shiny silver cane. The only sound in the room was a set of clocks quietly ticking on the far wall, each showing an international time zone. Suddenly the older man’s cell phone on the table rang to life, making the other two jump in their seats. He slowly picked up the phone and raised it to his ear. A voice could be heard on the phone, but not understood by the young men. The older man listened, then hung up after the voice was done speaking and remained silent. The two younger men shifted anxiously in their seats. “The funds have been transferred,” the older man finally said. He picked up his silver cane and stood to leave. He paused, staring at the table in deep thought. “I give you authority for Phase 2,” he finally added. The other two nodded and watched him walk out of the room. The door closed and they looked at each other, relieved. A shared thought hung in the room. The Avalon Program can begin. |
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posted on december 3, 2020 |
A quick sample from a writing sprint...
December 3, 2020 Story Idea #122 I stepped into the stream of hot water, elated to finally be taking a shower after a long day. I had been sitting at my desk for the past three hours, feeling more and tired as I stared at the computer screen, waiting for the words to come to me. It wasn’t easy, being a writer. Sometimes I went to bed hungry because I hadn’t written anything in months. My meager savings had quickly drained away after many nights at the barrooms and night clubs, trying to catch the eye of a pretty girl. However, I could breathe a little easier now. In the morning I had sent an opinion article to the editor at a website. It was my first article as a freelancer, and the editor had accepted it, with a few corrections. I could finally expect a paycheck in the mail. Thoughts of visiting the night clubs again to dance with some of the girls had started to fill my head. My appearance had struck me as I had walked into the bathroom before the shower. I looked very unkempt, wearing a bathrobe with long hair and an unshaven face. I decided a hot shower would get me motivated to clean myself up to look presentable. As I closed my eyes and began rinsing my hair under the hot water, a thought occurred to me. Is life a simulation? My mind usually wandered, and occasionally brought up theories I had read about in the past. The simulation theory was something I had read about months ago, and it was curious that it was now surfacing to the front of my mind again. Of course, I had thought at the time, how would anyone prove that life was real? How can anyone prove anything about the universe? I smiled, knowing how my friends were always amused by my outlandish ideas. Then something dawned on me. How could I prove that I was real? How could I prove that my life was actually taking place where I thought it was, and not somewhere else? Just then, the shower stopped and all the lights flickered out. I instantly started shivering, suddenly cut off from the hot water. “Fuck,” I said out loud. The bathroom was pitch black. I reached a hand out and began slowly shuffling out of the shower, trying to draw the bathroom from memory. Holding my arms out, I walked a few steps, waiting to feel the wall. After a few more steps, I paused. Where is the wall? I thought. Confused, I began walking in a different direction. I walked slowly, anticipating making contact with the vanity or the toilet. But after a few steps in that direction, I still felt nothing. Interesting, I thought, my bathroom is bigger than I thought. I decided to walk in a new direction now, arms held out fully extended, taking longer strides, bracing myself for the stinging pain when I collided with something in the dark. But after a few seconds, I still had not felt anything. Now I was feeling confused. Had I somehow made my way out of the shower and into the bedroom? I shuffled my feet, but the floor had no feeling. I couldn’t feel the tile of the bathroom or the carpet of my bedroom. Now I was feeling a little worried. Where had I wandered to in the pitch-black darkness? I held my arms out again, Frankenstein style, and walked at a fast pace ahead, gritting my teeth. Surely I would collide with something. I kept charging ahead, still nothing in my path. Feeling frustrated, I walked as fast as I could with my arms held out fully extended. Still, I felt nothing. Anger began boiling inside my chest. I yelled and began running, the water on my naked body beginning to roll off as I went into a full-on sprint. I ran, and ran, and ran as fast as I could into the dark. Nothing. What the fuck?! I thought. Had I somehow entered a dream? Maybe knocked myself out? Nothing was making sense. |
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posted on october 26, 2020 |
Ode to a Red Light
The red light causes many people frustration Frequent checking of watches Revving of engines And honking of horns But for me The red light is a relief A pause of a dangerous activity And a chance to release the thoughts and ideas That have been accumulating in my mind The red light is a chance to capture them Before they slip away Back under the reflective surface Unable to be seen or found again Always travel with paper and pen |