The Edge of Uncertainty The man stood, relaxed, at the edge of uncertainty. The black water below him seethed against the sharp rocks, hungry. It was almost 300 meters from that black water, up the side of the volcanic... Continue Reading →
A turtle is single-minded. Carrying his house on his back, he need not even plan a route home. When presented with danger, he does not bother deciding whether to fight or flee, he simply retreats into his armor, and waits... Continue Reading →
I knew the forecast called for storms. That’s why I emptied the can of waterproofing on the canvas of my tent. I knew the forecast called for storms, but not like this. Ever since the sun went down the air... Continue Reading →
So someone read my post the other day (He Saw Her), and liked it so much he was inspired to write his own version of it! I read it and thought it was just phenomenal, so I hope you all... Continue Reading →
So I'm a tad bit tipsy right now, and I'm about to write a purely fictional piece about my version of the epitome of trauma. I have a vague idea of what I'll write about, but otherwise it'll be a surprise to... Continue Reading →
A turtle is single-minded. Carrying his house on his back, he need not even plan a route home. When presented with danger, he does not bother deciding whether to fight or flee, he simply retreats into his armor, and waits... Continue Reading →
