Writings of a madman who lived through a thousand deaths. Also about taking things just as seriously as they deserve.
It used to be a great city before hot winds came from the plains and the sky turned sulfuric yellow. Nothing could save the people, no prayers, no fancy gadgets. It was too late. The city’s pride got hamstrung by the scythe of the broken nature’s wrath. The towering houses shrunk and withered until only … Continue reading Bearded Stump
The boy liked his sweets all right. Even after the diagnosis, he couldn’t get enough of cakes and donuts, candies and cream. His world had slowly become a pink daydream covered in oozing syrup. The poor boy didn't even notice when he died. The painting reproduction used as a feature image and the source of … Continue reading Diabetic Dreams
Too late the oryx realised she probably wasn’t supposed to eat those green-grey berries. Now seas of gooey sapphire were rising where the low grass of the dried-up savanna used to grow, and curious flying fish were flashing their bright red beaks in the thickening air. The oryx sighed. This was going to be a … Continue reading Lost Oryx
Okay, so I've decided to write myself out of something dangerously close to burnout. I hope it will work as a therapy, but it could also have an interesting side effect - reaching out to strangers who would actually want to read what I write. An admittedly daunting perspective to me, but also a healthy … Continue reading Sounding for Inspiration
