Time. A 10-minute stage play.
Tim was sitting alone in his room, cradling a gun. The room was small, and the lighting was dim with the black curtains pulled shut. The lack of light did not bother him; he liked it that way. Locked away from the outside world so that he could live independently was what he considered the…
Madness. Is it the cerebral cortex of calamity, the whole cerebrum, or something more? I think about this as I watch the light reflect from the silver point. Maybe it is a part of the brain we have yet to explore. Like the ocean’s depths: so close, and yet, so far. We humans like to…
There is nothing lazy about the brain of a crazy. Never stopping, always tipping, always tapping, quietness coming, start the flapping. Now the hurry, quickening with the worry. Did I do well? Did I do Right? A Light! Smother it with night. Darkness engulfs, brewing and breeding my madness cult. Now the pain; the thoughts;…
Paradox. (Working Title) By Lee Wilson. Prologue. Time is broken. From the dawning of man, time flowed like a stream. One direction only, heading from the past to the future. The flow of a river that can only run in one direction: from the tip of the Big Bang to the estuary of the future.…
Follow the light. Rm9sbG93IHRoZSBsaWdodC4= Sean stepped onto the next step. He used his foot to push the thick webbing on the step to one side. Whatever this stuff was, it had come from the top of the tower. The more steps they took, the thicker it became. It was like sandy padding on the steps…
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Notes on notes. Notes from a fallen island is an unfinished project. That is important to remember as you venture forwards. It has been lightly edited, and is largely ‘first draft’ stuff. I am posting it to demonstrate how an idea can just run out of steam, and at 35k words, it’s a large idea…
Most of this site is filled with WIP content and has not been edited.
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