Mirror
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 […]
the written word of j.e. pittman
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. […]
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 – […]
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. […]
“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 […]
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 […]