Unlike the poetry index, I can promise you this section will never go to
Everything here has been cut into small, manageable chunks, so you don't
have to wait ten years for a page to load.
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Lilith and the Y -- unfinished,
I'm still writing this one. I may never finish. It's my homage, as it were,
to Stephen King's incredible marvelous wonderful Dark Tower series.
Lilith and the Y -- a flashback
-- this is before Lilith was even a gunslinger, back when she and Jerent
were still together. It's very odd -- she's like a whole other person. If
you read the above item, then read this, you'll see she's changed. She's
changed a lot. And only I know what caused that change... but you'll know
too, when I finally write it.
Norma -- at one time I
considered this to be my best prose work ever, but now I'm not so sure. It's
pretty good, though, at any rate. Tale of a woman who finds that, at
some time in the last decade, she went mad without even noticing it...
Cara's Week (AKA daily forays
into the land of the absurd) -- story of a girl named, unsurprisingly, Cara,
who has to deal with absurdities of all kinds. This one was quite popular
at my school... back when I was still in high school... sigh.
Reply Hazy, Ask Again Later
-- short prose/poem thing giving voice to what a Native American might have
said to the European invaders, lo these many centuries ago. It would have
been a moot point anyway, hence the title of this piece.
Seek the Dawn -- science-fiction
'what-if' type of story set in the future, where Greece somehow wound up
in control of America. This story looks a lot better if you have
type' on your computer. Download it (it's free!), unzip and install in
your fonts folder, then proceed to the story.
The Experiment -- something
I submitted to a Gothic writing contest a couple years ago. No one ever won,
unfortunately. Who or what is the experiment? You'll have to figure
that out for yourself. I'd suggest you download the free font
Medieval before proceeding, unless you like missing out on niftyness
and having to contend with boring old big font.
Sunday Morning -- someone I
wrote for someone's guestbook. I rather liked it for something that I'd knocked
off in under two minutes, so I've posted it here. Be warned, it's strange.
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