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Two Villages - Extract from my anthology The Miller and the Boy

Two villages sat upon the bank of a river. In the spring, the river would swell and bulge, glutted upon the thawing ice from the mountains, and in winter it would occasionally freeze. There was, teetering on the brink of the horizon, the sprawl of a forest, and both villages were easily discernible from faraway, due to the church towers at their centre, which would chime out their music each and every Sunday. In both villages, there were two baker’s shops, a blacksmith, and a village green at...

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“If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn’t rub out even half the ‘Fuck you’ signs in the world. It’s impossible.” — Catcher in the Rye, Meals of Fiction

Holden Caulfield will always be one of my favorite characters from a book. Ever.

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"Death doesn’t exist. It never did, it never will. But we’ve drawn so many pictures of it, so many..."

““Death doesn’t exist. It never did, it never will. But we’ve drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we’ve got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing.””

- Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes (via bruisingfetish)

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The Two Roads

Ambition or love’s sick dreamscape

Are two divergent paths

Which slope and slide and fall away

Before my hoping eyes,

Sometimes to save the travellers

But other times to damn.

When one becomes too treacherous

The other appears safe

And then when that path falls to doom

The other smiles afresh

And whispers that it is the way

To peace and happiness.

Both wind through the hollows and peaks,

Both into the night

And when one promises to save

It tempts only for now

Not for those days of future turns

Or the fo...

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"Perhaps maddness is the absence of Unity - the sounding of all the worlds in the ears of the..."

“Perhaps maddness is the absence of Unity - the sounding of all the worlds in the ears of the afflicted. Perhaps we are fortunate that we may only experience this One. None are prepared for the Great Unity until they reach the Fourth Quarter.”

- A quote from page 144 (in the handwritten version) of my next novel, The Blue Bricks Part I. Progress is good, and I am loving the story so far. It’s discussing a lot of issues that I have always wanted to explore, and also addressing some of the less...