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The Imposter
I am nothing.
Nobody knows that yet, but they will soon enough.
For mine is the business of packaging the same stale lies and truths in all kinds of boxes, shipping them out to anyone who will listen, to any who will curse these words. No one really has any monopoly on these truths whatsoever. No artist can.
But I am writing this not merely for my own edification. I am writing this as my…
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Unlikely Conversion...
I must admit, as someone who left church as a child when I didn’t believe in Christianity, coming to this faith again is something I find rather unnerving. Strangely, it never really left me; I wonder why?
Something in me must have held on. Something inside me must have believed, deep down, that God truly exists, and he’s always here. I’ve felt it for a long, long time, even when I thought for…
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A Short Hymn
Our Father, who art in Heaven,
May the days ahead be blessed with golden spears of sunlight
Lancing through the darkness to drive the demons back to Hell.
May our lands be fruitful and our promises kept,
That from the ashes of yesterday’s sorrows
Rise
The sounds of joyful laughter from the children,
All of whom carry the voice of God with them.
May demons know the fires of Hell
Burn with…
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Commission: Whoops!
Yura stared at the airlock and tapped his foot impatiently. Patted all of his tiny leather compartments to make sure everything was in place. Looked up and wondered when God was finally going to let them out. It had been sixteen minutes and there was no signal, where were they going anyway—
“Yura, Yura! You’re talking to yourself again! Why don’t you stop drowning in your brain juices and…
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Prompt: Living Forever
Do you want to live forever?
There’s a lot of things to think about for that, but I guess the answer I pick is: not really. Don’t get me wrong: I wish to learn as much as I possibly can! But once I’ve learned everything I can learn in life, then, what’s left? Creating problems, as far as I’m concerned.
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A Modest Letter
Dear Jesus,
I know it’s been a while since I wrote back to You, but I’ve been doing much better lately! I only watched two porn videos instead of three today! That’s got to be a new record, right? Not to mention I managed to donate to at least three charities and managed to help six homeless people! Yeah, I’m doing real good, aren’t I?
Now, I know what You’re thinking. Well, no, I really don’t,…
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50 Views!
Wow, I didn’t think I’d achieve 50 views on this blog, but I’ve been proven wrong! Thank you to everyone who came by to look over here. I really appreciate it!
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The Need For Stillness
The Need For Stillness
As I’ve come to realize my own position in life, as a 29-year-old still living at his parents’ house, broke and unable to get my own place, I’ve tried to make the most of things and improve as a person. And one of the things that I’ve had to look at is my own attitude toward happiness and relaxation.
I would not call myself a very calm person. A lot of the time, I get anxious about a lot of…
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Breath of the Heart
Breath of the Heart
She stood on the stone balcony for what would be the final time. Staring up at the tapestry of stars woven by angels, Bianca felt her brown skin grow rife with goosebumps, her black wavy hair tossing in the winter wind. Down below, the guests for her party arrived, primly and properly dressed, and let her eyes droop.
And then, he appeared. With a voice like a smith’s hammer slamming against an…
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Book Review: Ready Player One
Book Review: Ready Player One
(I’m trying a little something different with this review, and as someone who loves books a lot, I’m hoping this comes off well.)
As someone who grew up in the 90s with both a Sega Genesis and a Super Nintendo Entertainment System, my nostalgia was more rooted in games like Sonic the Hedgehog and Super Mario, none of which come up here. Having said that, none of the nods to Atari, coin-op arcade…
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An Existential Proclamation
Some years ago, I experienced a crisis. I was writing and reading some years ago before I realized I didn’t know much of anything at all, and a strange black-grey metal piece lodged itself in the mechanics of my heart: why was I here? And that piece was made of all kinds of other questions: was there any point to what I was doing? Was there a reason beyond merely my own enjoyment? And, perhaps,…
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Solomon's Tower
Solomon’s Tower
I found Solomon’s tower hanging beneath the floating mountains, on the underside of the floating island, a massive spiraling structure gleaming like stars in the night sky. Reds, blues, purples, oranges, every color one could think of; you knew that you were laying eyes on a pinnacle of achievement. And yet, it was abandoned a long time ago, rumored to hold a powerful treasure on the bottom floor…
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Some Musings
I’ve always viewed, for some time now, that, at some point, you look beyond the rules and find a cornucopia of different perspectives and mental metals to fashion into all sorts of new things – which is why I stopped taking notes in my books. As a friend of mine put it: “These notes trap you in one line of thinking.”
Rules and conventions are necessary to establish one’s growth as a person, a…
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The Seeker
Jesus found me.
I’m not sure how. I’m not sure why. But as I was walking down to the front door to begin my evening walk, I saw a man at the door with wavy brown hair and a look not unlike stars in close proximity to one another.
I was frozen. How did He find me? How in the world could anyone look upon such a man and not be transfixed, unable to move, one’s faculties of mind now arrested by his…
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Night Moves
Aubrey hoped this time would be different.
She leaned against the brick wall outside a sketchy nightclub, arms folded, drinking in the acrid city air that night and almost suffocating. Around the corner, ten people waited in line, each squirming to get into the club before the temperature dropped. Her own hands were stuffed far into her pants pockets as the bitter chill sapped her hands of…
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By Her Grace
A short little thing I wrote, as a small writing exercise.
The ship was creaking and crying under the weight of its passengers, its inner blood cells, moving to and fro as the storm came upon them. Tongues of water lashed at the oaken hull, all while tiny spears of rain mercilessly struck the sailors desperate to keep their home from capsizing into the sea.
I had seen it before. I had known this would happen. It was all because of her.
She was the one…
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The Black Fog
This is a commission I did for a friend of mine online called Ghuruzilla. I hope you like it!
Aza couldn’t help but stare at the sun venturing over the horizon as the ship set sail on its voyage, arms propped against the handrails on the port side. His whole body felt like a lead weight most days, especially now. His breaths were short and sparse. But while he was here, now, all those worries faded away as he gazed into the ever-blackening night sky yawning above him. The sea breeze…
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