The Various Futures of Farlo Breeze: Chapter One

The Various Futures of Farlo Breeze: Chapter One

For many, many years, I’ve been squirreled away writing a thing called The Various Futures of Farlo Breeze, and so in effort to prove to people I’m not just being antisocial, I’ve decided to share the first chapter. Over the next few weeks, I hope to follow it with excerpts from other chapters as they catch my eye. Please keep in mind it’s a work in progress, it’s far from perfect, and will, I’m sure, completely change by the time…

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The Gatherers: Excerpt

The Gatherers: Excerpt

The Gatherers came in the dead of night. They don’t need touch, they don’t need sight. Button your lip and make no sound For the Gatherers have come to town.  It’s hard for us to piece it all together. Where we are now. What we’ve lost. But as hard as it is, it’s vital that we do, because every story is one of a finite number we have left. The Gatherers came. You woke up and this was the world….

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The Specular – Eerie Series #12

The Specular – Eerie Series #12

I’ve been quiet for a long time, which isn’t unlike me in regards to posting on this site (in fact it’s the trend). Writing has taken a backseat to study as I begin the long road toward a Bachelor of Writing and Publishing. But it’s rare that I have something I want to announce but have to wait until I get the green light from the powers that be. I’m happy to say that time has come. In 2011 I…

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Snapshot

Snapshot

Every movement I make Every motion Can be frozen To present a frame A snapshot Of me at my purest. And the notion of travel is wrong For I never move But the world slides me by So I am stationary And the scenery shifts To present me with happenings Of blocks the world over. And I realise this reality is mine alone And shared with that of everyone So that I see there is no truth In perception  …

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Watermarks

Watermarks

Watermarks upon the sky Drift as if to summarise The rolling scroll of time, but I Am partial to detail defined. Share…     

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Max and his Glowing Fridge

Max and his Glowing Fridge

It wasn’t with flair that Max revealed his new fridge to his best friend, Andrew. It wasn’t with grace or humility, either. It was more akin to the way you might say to a friend, ‘Hey, look at this,’ as you lazily point to the strange bug that just landed on your arm, its shell a bright green, its antennae metallic blue. Andrew blinked a few times, trying to gauge exactly what it was he was looking at, and then…

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