I April 21, 2009 - Original Draft Completion Date Jan 30, 2014, 4:52:45 PM - Original Posting on DeviantArt My thoughts sped by, felt but unfathomed, as I drifted numb to everything. Blissfully distracted from the endless distraction of thought, I allowed the noise to wash over me, and slipped into the depths of...

Rachel found her brother sitting at the crest of the ridge bordering the easternmost edge of their family’s sprawling ranch. His disappearance shortly after the world wide war warning had struck her as unsurprising, and typically reckless. Granted, the shooting was still a way off in interplanetary space, but it was...

“A story is as good a way to organize your thoughts as anything else,” she points out, poised in the shadows in the doorway. I quickly conclude that she is playing the part of my conscience. That, or devil’s advocate. Either way, she’s me. I cannot say she does not really exist without implying the same of myself. She...

I just stumbled across a few things I wrote for a creative writing class I took this past spring to fulfill an elective requirement. One of the assignments involved writing a short story based on a work of art found online. I had no trouble thinking of one that sparked my imagination. The painting “Summer Comes” by...

“We never remember the beginning,” she said quietly. “We pretend not to know why—but then that is one of our favorite tricks, isn’t it?” she glanced up at me, smiling at my confused silence. With her arms crossed she began to drift about the room, examining objects while continuing this strange introduction. “We...