ravensnarky
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i write, though not nearly as often as i should.
i take photos, though not nearly as often as when i had a digital camera.
i muse, and here is the proof.
Writing
running for jesus
A mysterious liquid tickled his left hand. Turning his head to the left, he realized the growing pool around him was not seawater.
whip it
I held the coins just over her hand. ‘You’re going to have to come and get them,’ I replied. As I watched her fingers, waiting for their next move, suddenly she pulled away.
love in the dark
this forest is dead / and yet, these trees are alive. / with each turn of the wind, / their withered arms reach out for me, / ever inching closer. i feel death coming. / i feel death reach out its …
cult of personality
Suddenly the trees began moving toward me, and a voice boomed, ‘The forests of South America proved a perfect place for Julian’s cult to hide.’
