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StoryCreatures of your deep thesnowman36011 years 4 months ago
StoryCosmos and Chaos thesnowman36011 years 4 months ago
StoryBox of strings layered with keys and meaning thesnowman36011 years 4 months ago
StoryAnatomy thesnowman36011 years 4 months ago
StoryAn Obligatory Response to Ouroboros thesnowman36211 years 4 months ago
StoryAberration thesnowman36011 years 4 months ago
StoryA shift in a drifting life thesnowman36011 years 4 months ago
StoryA new void thesnowman36011 years 4 months ago
StoryA lifetime by comparison thesnowman36011 years 4 months ago
StoryA Honda Civic and a whole lot of Mocha thesnowman36011 years 4 months ago
Forum topicLive for the day thesnowman36011 years 4 months ago
Forum topicThe Man In Avery thesnowman36211 years 4 months ago
Forum topicNewbie who would like a little critiquing thesnowman36311 years 4 months ago
CollectionAntagonist of the coming dawn thesnowman36111 years 4 months ago
CollectionThe Perfect Playlist thesnowman36011 years 4 months ago
CollectionTalls Tales Told at The Old Hooter Diner thesnowman36011 years 4 months ago
StoryVerdent Eyes With a Pitch Black Secret Destiny thesnowman36011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Eyes are Hunters thesnowman36011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Crack in the Sky thesnowman36111 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Science of Existence thesnowman36011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Cages We Build thesnowman36311 years 6 months ago
StoryNostalgia thesnowman36011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe back of my hand thesnowman36011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe River thesnowman36011 years 6 months ago
StoryTorn thesnowman36011 years 6 months ago

My stories

The Eyes are Hunters

These crystalline forms dangling brilliantly side by side, forever hosts to the brilliance which shines through but never stays.

Cosmos and Chaos

Once in a while I lose my sense in all these particles and wonder if I too will become just as small and insignificant as the grains of sand I rush by.

The Crack in the Sky

Dim soft white and amber bulbs hang from structures unknown, their light splashing onto the tops of human silhouettes.

Life experience with a side of books

I know only what I have done, and nothing else.

The Science of Existence

We lead a life enchanted, because we can observe the layers of the world, both the humbling grand façade and the ornate mechanisms of equilibrium.

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