I stand at a crossroad surrounded by thousands of paths, each representing what can be. From each of these paths come insistent whispers. They promise of honor and riches. So many voices. TOO many voices. Throbbing pain erupts from my head as I try to listen to them all. There are too many paths, too … Continue reading Crossroad

A disfigured child sits in the sand, playing alone. Other children keep their distance, for they have heard the eerie rumors surrounding the nature of his unfortunate state. Unaware of all this, the child enjoys his stay in the sandbox, thinking the other kids nice for letting him have it all for himself. He uses … Continue reading Oblivious

Drowsiness threatens to force me into entering the realm of dreams once again, but I will not give up without a fight. I stand up from the couch, my every step becoming heavier as I move toward the sink to splash some more water on my face. The demon called fatigue pesters me from all … Continue reading Lucid Adventure

I sit on a carpet in the living room of my grandfather's dilapidated house, listening to the sparkling of wood from the fireplace and letting myself be comforted by the gentle warmth emitted by it. In a quaint old chair by the fireplace sits my grandfather, old but wise... and brittle but strong-willed. He smiles … Continue reading A Most Unusual Book

Sometimes I feel just like a dry branch; easily broken. Rain comes at times, serving to increase my durability, only for a short while however, for rain lasts not forever. As the last drop dries I am once again a dry branch, living for the next rain to come, and hoping that I somehow am … Continue reading Dry Branch

You sat glued to the television, watching the dapper weather-man speak in cheerful tones about tomorrow's weather. You listened to him speak volumes about the warmth and agreebleneiss that await. You thought "How wrong can he be, I mean it is only a day in-between and weather sensing technology is supposed to be mighty advanced … Continue reading The Weather-Man Got It Wrong

Once upon a time in an inconspicuous and unremarkable little village, there was a woman who gestated a very special baby. When a baby is born it cries, this is common knowledge. And evidently, the infant let out a sound that can be classified as a “cry”. But it was not a human baby´s scream … Continue reading The Pigman

The grass tickle my feet as I lay barefoot in my backyard, watching the constellations of stars above me. Watching other worlds swimming across the night-sky in shape of small speckles of light somehow makes my worries lose substance. I am nothing but a puny human, puny in comparison to the small speckle of light … Continue reading Stargazing

You day-dwellers endorse the sun, taking shelter under its warm embrace, but you forget that all are not like you, that there are creatures for who the light of the sun causes pain. Not very strange I suppose, considering that you shun the night as much as we do the day.

(In progress) A tired man lay on the couch, tired of waiting for happiness to come his way. He thought that he was on the highroad to happiness, and therefore he has persisted this far, but doubts have begun to take root, for all he feels is emptiness. The man puts his hand over his … Continue reading Fiddling The Strings Of Memory #1