Prose Category
“Goodbye is a Hello” by The Boy
Posted on December 20, 2011 Leave a Comment
Everywhere I turn, there’s a goodbye waiting to say hello. Sometimes it’s forced upon me; sometimes I have to force it. I don’t like the word goodbye because I don’t like to disconnect. But the world tells me time and time again that goodbye is my partner, my lover, and my friend. I don’t want […]
“My Seduction Technique” by The Lost Child
Posted on November 13, 2011 Leave a Comment
I am misunderstood sometimes. My do gooder chump of an enemy, The Boy, calls me a corrupter of the human spirit. This hurts my feelings immensely. To imply that I corrupt people is to say that their spirits were clean in the first place… To sway the heart of the weak ones is not very […]
“The Waking Dream” by The Boy
Posted on November 12, 2011 Leave a Comment
I am stuck between two worlds and I cannot possibly exist in one of them. I am a creature made of fiction, created by the mind of an artist and influenced by his life’s path. I am formless. I can be poetry; I can be prose. I can be analog or digital. I can be […]
Karen Weathers' Linian Legacy 