I live and breathe speculative fiction. Horror, science fiction, alternate histories… anything that dares to ask (and answer) the biggest question there is: what if?
I’m a dreamer. I believe that written language is the greatest invention of our species to date. Because when you’re turning the pages of your favourite book, there comes a point when you stop seeing the black and white little symbols and start seeing, smelling, hearing whatever it is that the author is describing.
The scribblings I’ve posted here are my way of making sense of the world around me. These are my journeys. I hope you’ll share yours with me, as well.
I like to be surprised and proven wrong.
If you want to win a friend, tell me a story :)
All works © Andrew Proverbs
Constructive criticism welcome!
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AndrewJP is a member of All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Blood Red - All things vampiric, Flash Fiction, Parallel Dimensions, Sci Fi , Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, The Art of Pain and WMG.
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She heard the guttural grunts and the thumping impacts as it careened down the hill after her. Erina’s breathing degenerated into random, panicked gasps. / “Uh… uh…” /
Play the film. / I find you in the kitchen, with the light from the window crisping your hair to gold. “What’s for tea?” I ask. / “Lasagne,” you answer. / My stomach rumbles. I slip my hand…
Have you ever thought / that a wedge-tailed eagle / may have composed / the perfect sonnet / in his head, / but had no means / of writing it down?
He reached into her consciousness, and was startled by the enormity of the void he found there. The tide of her pulse was dim and dry, her heart was shrunken. She was barely alive.
I have seen things you will never see. I have experienced sounds, tastes and sensations that you will never experience. I trace my ancestry back four hundred million years, and rule of this earth is m…
Vlasich froze beside her. He heard it too. “What the hell is that?” he gasped. / Gable moved over to them, still clutching the handgun.