the written word of j.e. pittman
Recently, I was able to have done something I’ve wanted to do with my writing for a long, long time: have illustrations to accompany the flashes of fiction. This reimagination of the story, told with words, shape, and form, appeared […]
Daydream and days to dream. Days lost to wonder. Days left, I wonder. Where the time has gone, to thought, I wander the streets of my dreams. In that place between wake and sleep where visions fill your eyes, superseding […]
Have you ever yet seen the stars glow at night in your childhood bedroom sky? Does it still, some thirty years later. What stars shine bright, what constellations – imagined in your youth – can you see still, lying there. […]
Cosmic clock grinds. Forward. Ever forward, never back. New legends rise for the age; through dire trials and struggle. Cosmic clock grinds. Grinds the bones of those who were and would be. Who would be the legends. Their lives ordinary, […]
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The Star by which I am guided to my death came to me in a dream. A maddening dream. The sort of dream indistinguishable from reality yet only exists in the moment unburdened by memory or expectation. All the day […]
The only wisdom you’ll find in me is from my writing, yet that is but a reflection of your own inner wisdom. Call me Mirror. Ask me your questions. I’ll give you my answers. My answers may not fit you […]
Cold sweat. Awake. Reality? The world snaps back into focus. Vision spotted with holes through which you glimpse the fading images of dream(?). Fainter and fainter, the holes close as you try in vain to peer through. Snippets you see. […]
Victor had a Castle in the sky. Every day he liked to throw stones at those below. And for each stone he threw, they threw two more. Until Victor had a Castle in the sky no more. -j.e. pittman
The monster watched slumly from the foot of the bed, jaws dripping with the green ichor squirting out of the Blume-Sprite it snapped from his dream. A dream unkind to his mind. A nightmare if such things really existed – […]