The highway was the epitome of desolation: On either side rose up vast walls of amalgamated ice and snow that towered so high, Mike and Loretta could not see the surrounding country as they sped along. These white winter carapaces were contrasted only by the infinity of darkness, speckled with resplendent, brilliant dots [...]
Posted on September 5th, 2008 by admin
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The breath of the wind invested Rodger Erosource with strength. There was the semblance of salt in it and the power of the sea and it coursed through his veins as he rode the tumult of the constantly battling waves and air like a great sun, exhuming from him all the circumstantial, vernal bounty of his [...]
Posted on September 10th, 2007 by admin
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John Thomson looked about him and could see in all directions only the manifold conglomeration of dark trees that appeared to be fused with the immensity of shadow that draped itself over his surroundings like an omniscient gown. He was alone and the October bloom of death was all about him as he walked - [...]
Posted on September 1st, 2007 by admin
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The whistling wind whips by in spirited fury as he dips and bobs his hips, swaying and swinging himself to remain balanced and in control as he rips through the landscape like some ancient mystery riding a chariot made of tornadoes. The rocks and roots peek up here and there causing him to compress himself, [...]
Posted on July 13th, 2007 by admin
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Revel West sits parked alone in the dry, hard ocean surrounding a semi-crowded shopping center. Early dusk begins to break as the sun fades slowly across the blackening sky, leaving a reddish-purple haze in its place. Revel looks down at his shaking hands and the weapon of the
US military on the seat next to [...]
Posted on May 16th, 2007 by admin
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