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Amid Night Suns: April 2014
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This blog and its contents are inspired by and owe a massive debt to the author Christopher Knowles, who’s exemplary work on secretsun.blogspot.com has pushed me further than I thought possible. The following posts will all resonate or owe a debt to this author’s work in one way or another. Thursday, 24 April 2014. Beyond the Waking City. I dreamed my genesis in sweat of death, fallen. Twice in the feeding sea, grown. Stale of Adam's brine until, vision. Of new man strength, I seek the sun. The goal is t...
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Styx In Me: Chapter One
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Thursday, 28 October 2010. Dreams of teeth like silver knives, like the mouth of some abomination; it spoke with a woman’s voice, and then the morning came. Sitting up in bed, Jamie Caller gripped the sheets in her fists. She had wanted some good sleep, she had deserved it. People didn’t always get want they wanted or deserved. There was a hollow feeling in her belly. She wasn’t going back on the meds, despite what Dad said. Not this time, not after coming so far on her own. 8220;Keep it together. Jamie ...
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infinite alchemy: May 2010
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This blog is an occult thriller that explores the hidden connections between self/world, madness/genius, fiction/fact - and the true nature of our reality that is being engineered by sinister forces. Friday, 21 May 2010. Like treasure, it felt. Like finding treasure. But something was missing. She smiled again, slung the duffel bag over her shoulder, and left the bedroom. I’m ready now, daddy, ready to come back home. Touch me with those nimble fingers and I’ll show you a new world. Echoes of ‘. It didn&...
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infinite alchemy: Chapter Thirty-Three
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This blog is an occult thriller that explores the hidden connections between self/world, madness/genius, fiction/fact - and the true nature of our reality that is being engineered by sinister forces. Saturday, 2 October 2010. 8220;Wait here, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”. Serima glanced through the partition window, at Prayer locked in the darkness. The girl was rummaging through opened boxes. 8220;Are you gonna tell him about all this? Serima nodded. “Hurry back.”. Charlotte was pretty, slightly plump...
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Styx In Me: Chapter Two
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Thursday, 28 October 2010. As they wandered beside the canal, eating pieces of coconut bread, Jamie could tell that her friend had something on his mind. She could guess what it was. 8220;Did your Dad call? 8221; she asked casually. Stokes shook his head. 8220;Since he’s been living with that woman he doesn’t have time for me. This is the fifth time he’s cancelled.”. Stokes was trying to appear nonchalant but she knew him too well for that. He grinned and slung his arm around her shoulder. 8220;So, maybe...
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Amid Night Suns: December 2013
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This blog and its contents are inspired by and owe a massive debt to the author Christopher Knowles, who’s exemplary work on secretsun.blogspot.com has pushed me further than I thought possible. The following posts will all resonate or owe a debt to this author’s work in one way or another. Thursday, 12 December 2013. Can there not be a government in which the majorities do not virtually decide right and wrong, but conscience? Why has every man a conscience then? On the Duty of Civil Disobedience', 1849,.
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Blinding Black: Chapter Seventeen
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Tuesday, 23 November 2010. Beneath the hot water of the shower Louise touched the ugly scar just under her left breast. She had been crying; stupid, weak tears. What was happening to Celia, to both of them? The dissolution of their beautiful dependency? Something dangerously real was happening to her baby girl. It made Celia feel in control to protect her; then she didn’t have to face anything. Celia talked to her like a goddamn writer, and made love to her like a writer. She remembered their knives.
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Blinding Black: Chapter Twenty-Five
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Tuesday, 23 November 2010. Twilight was beginning to take the sky. Celia was kneeled in the courtyard behind. At her mother’s grave. The rose she’d left before was withering now. She took it in her hand and began silently picking off the petals. She glanced at the inscription on the stone cross. 8220;I hope you’re proud of me,” she muttered, “I hope you’re proud of what I’ve done to the woman I love…”. She watched as the rose petals crawled in the breeze, across the courtyard, amongst the other graves.
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Blinding Black: Chapter Twenty-Six
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Tuesday, 23 November 2010. She was searching, seeking, but there was no meaning in this world. Seeking truth meant discovering madness, chaos. If there was a divine world beyond what she could see, then it was. A world of chaos, in which there was no use for compassion or an understanding of human suffering. Celia wanted to bear her frailty with pride to that world, and to Louise, but she knew it would crush her. How was she any different from the women that came before her? Why seek, why search? Celia w...