Monthly Archives: March 2015

At the Edge

You’ve heard the saying before, “I stood at the edge of darkness, looking into the abyss, and the Abyss blinked.” – or the not-as-oft portrayed version, “I stood at the edge of darkness, looking into the abyss, and I blinked.” Both are very evocative of the characters they’re trying to represent: One is a tough

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Every Day

I’ve been trying to work on writing something by hand in my journal every day. I have a portable one that I write a single page entry in, and I have another covered in a houndstooth design that I have two entries in. The project has been… interesting. I’ve only spent about a week writing

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DEATH

AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER. Terry took Death’s arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert under the endless night. The End.   It has been quite a while since I’ve had to deal with death in any real or meaningful way. The last family death that

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