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Far flung winter moonCradled in a starry sky,Feels its...

Far flung winter moon

Cradled in a starry sky,

Feels its loneliness.

The fog bound city,Suffocated by the wraiths;Chokes upon its...

The fog bound city,

Suffocated by the wraiths;

Chokes upon its voice.

awesome stuff man!. anyway you can help spread my love for artography. im a freelance photographer that travels around the world. i just need some help spreading out! any chance you can reblog one of my photos?!!?!

Thanks! Ill deffinitely take a look at your photos - the photos I post are usually related to the piece of writing I’m putting up that day and its all queued up a long time in advance, but if I see something that fits with some of my upcoming writing I will certainly reblog it :)

"Even pain was a sign of life."

“Even pain was a sign of life.”

- The Blue Bricks Part I - My next novel, coming this year!

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The density of reality.

The density of reality.

The Travelling Circus of Lacrimosa - Chapter One

“Across the fields and through the far flung towns,

Upon the horizons where sunsets frown,

The shadow of a circus steals night time,

But only dusk bears witness to its crime.”

How the carnival music played that day! The cheerful tunes of playful flutes and boisterous, merry-go round ditties spiraled up into the air of a rapidly encroaching dusk, so that, although the purple, bruised cloud of night hung ominously upon the horizon, the fair only increased its merriment as the hours expired. Hors...

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"Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy — one of those uneventful times that..."

“Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy — one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.”

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night (via liquidnight)