Reflection
The reflection that isn’t there. The reflection that hides. If it began to stare, what would you do? To look at you and twist it’s head, thinking what, you wonder. Do you look tasty, a nummy morsel of flesh and […]
the written word of j.e. pittman
The reflection that isn’t there. The reflection that hides. If it began to stare, what would you do? To look at you and twist it’s head, thinking what, you wonder. Do you look tasty, a nummy morsel of flesh and […]
“How’s the spleen on that one, Sim?” They call me Lud. “Shot to shit.” The eloquence comes from my partner Sim. We’re scrappers. “That bad, huh?” This is a trap. “Literally shot, Lud. I’ve got my finger in the hole,” […]
“Hello, darkness, my old friend.” He strode to the edge and screamed silently at the abyss that never answered him back. Oh, it stared at him, invaded him, and ate at his soul, but never once did it answer. He felt […]
Outliers. People or places rarely connected to anything but themselves. Outside the norm, extraordinary in some way, unfathomable to the rest. They operate in their own sphere of influence, connected or disconnected to others in ways only known to them. […]
What do you want to read? Tales of daring do, swashbuckling adventures, trashy romance, somber soliloquy regarding modernity. Are you an escapist or a cathartic? One who prefers to be taken away into worlds of wonder and glory with vistas […]
Silence sounds wonderful right now, problem is, there is none. It’s too fragile, easily broken. Even sitting quietly, new sounds will invent themselves into existence simply to break it. No other meaning to their existence, simple destruction. Sound always breaks. […]
Right. Pay attention now you lot. I’ve got to get through a half thousand words and you’re going to help me. I’m going to keep putting them one after another down on this page like ducks in a row or […]
Suddenly you exist. Hopefully gently. That’s the best way for it to happen. The slow recede of sleep as it drains away, cascading from your face in a fall of water as you come to consciousness. Some times it does […]
Greetings all, Welcome to the new Halfacre Pond in which you will find my renewed love of wordplay. For those of you familiar with the Pond from it’s previous incarnation, fear not, I have saved the content formerly found here, […]