And there is was...a...door. All those stairs, for a door. It was a wooden door at the end of the staircase and it was made of wood; a darker wood, a nice wood. A wood that Malcolm had never seen so wonderfully widdled and formed into a wooden door. On the door was a lonely … Continue reading Regardless: Part Six
All was...reasonably normal up until Ebern led Malcolm to that hatch in the floor at the bottom of the staircase leading straight down from the back door of the fourth floor in the Liberty Building. The first few steps down the staircase on the fourth floor of the Liberty Building were smooth and as cheerful as … Continue reading Regardless: Part Five
“It is three million, after all.”
And Malcolm actually shit his pants.
Writing is not about how long you write, but how focused you are when you do so.
In life we are presented with moments; many, many moments. Good moments, bad moments, moments of fear, anxiety, hate, love, embarrassment, lust, confusion, anxiety. One can argue that by seizing any moment there are nearly an infinite amount of possibilities and series' of events which can follow said moment. But in my opinion, there are … Continue reading Moments