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September 19, 2007 09:09 AM EDT --
Not for sale
by Andrew T
Smoke, graphite dust billowed as Tony blew against the sketchpad, the drawings of the dead young couple on the bed before him. He sat on a chair, the scene lit by . . .
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September 18, 2007 09:50 AM EDT --
Not being presumptous, but just a heads up for those curious...I'm still laying track for Chapter 7. I don't work from an outline so I've got two directions I'm experimenting with. . . .
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September 16, 2007 01:42 AM EDT --
The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are . . .
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September 15, 2007 01:40 PM EDT --
As no one knows yet on gather.com, since I'm a new member, I have this keen interest in fountain pens. I carry one wherever I go...always in my pocket. It's not as though I think having . . .
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September 15, 2007 12:53 PM EDT --
“A contract, “ she said.
A sheet of paper slid toward him. A fountain pen lay on top. The barrel was black and unposted. Serpentine curls and bright sweeps—the . . .
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September 14, 2007 04:34 PM EDT --
I thought this was great when I stumbled upon it.
It was wonderful to walk down the long flights of stairs knowing that I'd had good luck working. I always worked until I had something done . . .
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September 12, 2007 11:56 PM EDT --
Chapter five
“My real name is Nancy.”
A dinner table and two chairs materialized in the center of the room.
“Have a seat.”
They . . .
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September 12, 2007 06:06 PM EDT --
Chapter Four (continued - scene change)
The room shrank. It was sudden. The enormous size of it came together, and the giant space soon appeared no larger than a . . .
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September 12, 2007 09:59 AM EDT --
Watching politics is the same as watching a reality show. You get to see them perform circus acts of various sorts, in this case, debates and mud slinging, and then you (the audience) get to vote . . .
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September 12, 2007 12:19 AM EDT --
Chapter four (short scene change)
Ronald turned the corner.
He fell to his knees—forced there—blinking, frantic to keep from losing his sight altogether. . . .
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September 11, 2007 09:51 PM EDT --
Chapter three
He walked through shadow and dust. A breeze blew from behind. It carried the smell of the city. Rot and tears. Enveloped in darkness, he glanced over his shoulder. . . .
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September 11, 2007 08:58 PM EDT --
Chapter two
He stepped past the Guardians aware of the growing crowd of people behind him, noticing that none said a word and the silence worried him. It was the calm before . . .
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September 10, 2007 11:53 PM EDT --
Absolute Uncertainty (chapter one)
<note: this began as a short story; friends have suggested I try and make into a novel>
Ronald was starving—wire wrapped in white . . .
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September 01, 2007 12:17 AM EDT --
My light is my pen from which all words flow freely. Black ink appears as oil seeping upon the blank page. It forms serpentine figures; mysterious scribbles dance like shadows upon the sand. There . . .
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August 31, 2007 01:30 PM EDT --
“I am only certain that people are too certain of themselves.”
“What?“
A red glow illuminated the room.
. . .
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August 30, 2007 04:29 PM EDT --
CHAPTER THREE - The Sofa
Lightning flashed.
It was Rick’s understanding, and those of others—as gleaned from the media and internet when the servers were still online—that . . .
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August 29, 2007 05:35 PM EDT --
“I need this downstairs, “ Dr. McCarty said. “Third floor right away.”
“Let me finish my lunch, ” Tracy said, and she took the package that he . . .
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August 25, 2007 03:10 AM EDT --
According to some definitions of what a "pathology" is, aging--the act of getting old--is a pathology; where the natural progression of a life time leads to abnormal function: the loss . . .
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August 24, 2007 11:10 PM EDT --
CHAPTER TWO - THE WINDOW
He woke to the trickle of faded dreams and of rain pattering early in the dawn. The overhead lights had turned off automatically, set that way to save energy. . . .
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August 24, 2007 07:07 PM EDT --
CHAPTER ONE - The Door
A red sun cast shadows across sangrine asphalt, spreading the bad news to a silent urbania—night was coming. Though empty of people, the cars parked on the streets and . . .
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