Stillness
Ruddy and rutting, the beast enraged, gouges the hills and banks in pursuit of you. You who foolishly stumbled upon the Surloch engaged in a mating dance. Here there be monsters, the map had said, but that could not be. […]
the written word of j.e. pittman
Ruddy and rutting, the beast enraged, gouges the hills and banks in pursuit of you. You who foolishly stumbled upon the Surloch engaged in a mating dance. Here there be monsters, the map had said, but that could not be. […]
Midday. I find myself wondering how to break into people’s consciousnesses. To insert myself into their brains. Hack them. Step around the noise of everyday life so that in their moments of peace they think of me. Of my work. […]
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 […]
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 […]