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Monthly Archives: July 2015
Silver – a novel in progress
The last seven posts are the start of my new novel, Silver. A supernatural romance, the basic plot derives from Ligeia by Edgar Allan Poe. The underlying theme will be an homage to literature. The novel after that will be … Continue reading
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each demonic letter
The words illuminated in the ancient tome were obscure, heady, lost. In the deep gloom of my library, the page seemed to glow, as though a fire might suddenly erupt from within the thick paper. I began to intone the … Continue reading
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define my joys
I long ago lost count of the concerts I have attended. I am proud to have seen many of the best bands in the world, at the time, in my estimation, but a few truly define my joys. I sat … Continue reading
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a sinister dance of death
I sat in the dark hall, head in my hands, despairing. A cold wind rustled the long drapes, leading the golden figures embroidered upon them in a sinister dance of death. My breath escaped painfully, broken by furious sobs of … Continue reading
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long legs doubly exposed
Silver left the dance floor in the flow of a transitioning crowd and mounted one of the four foot speakers flanking the DJ, her long legs doubly exposed under the all-too-short plaid skirt, a bright flash of white satin erupting … Continue reading
never been
I’ve never been a good boy. It isn’t in my nature. I’m generally a generous person but that derives from my arrogance. I’m better than most so I need less than most. But I have no respect for authority and … Continue reading
