With grease still on my hands, I put my rifle down and unloaded my gear. The rough, olive drab was a second skin by now, not just my own, but of everyone it seemed. Greenish grey and greyish green stitched a patchwork between all aspects of life over there. Finding a seat set aside from […]
Read more "With Grease Still On My Hands, Part 1 of 5"Emma was a tree, standing twisted and old on an African plain. The orange sun slid down a grapefruit colored sky as a pride of lions padded gently besides her. A majestic father with his gal and 2 cubs. Peering out from eyes embedded in the rigged bark, she focused intently on papa lion’s face until […]
Read more "An Unexpected Detour"For what seemed like a long time, I thought I might be falling. Though if so, very slowly as there was no wind rushing by; just floating maybe. It was still entirely dark and silent. Really, there was no evidence that I was moving in any way, it was just a thought. I forgot it […]
Read more "Artificial Intelligence, Epilogue"Hi. If you’re reading this, that means that even though I’ve just been told that I’m not a person but actually a piece of programming code, which I’ve now confirmed by manipulating the very environment in which I’m in, I’ve still maintained keeping up my journal. Being as I’m currently writing it, I know that […]
Read more "Artificial Intelligence, Finale"Climbing and climbing, in pitch black. I began to lose my sense of even up or down. My hands rode the damp, rain-smoothed stone walls, for I could find no rope or rail to guide me. Step. Step. Step. One at a time, I can’t trip. I must get to the top right away. I’ve […]
Read more "Artificial Intelligence, Part 8 (of 10)"Almost as shocked as by the blinding sunlight, though much more slowly and painfully drawn out, Jack felt a yoke of guilt hang from his neck, as he walked through Vastendom’s commercial district with its mighty leader in tow. This was the town he wrote up, no question about it, but just as Stuart had […]
Read more "Artificial Intelligence, Part 7 (of 10)"When I consider the many ways in which a story can be told, 2 big types come to mind: Third-Person and First-Person. Today, I feel like telling one story in 2 different ways… First, the third-person: “The first time Arthur stepped foot in this grand, court, he was a much younger man. Wind had swept his […]
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