Some people believe man is born with a pure conscience, that, if it were not for evil civilization, our innate good would rise above any penchant for evil and smote the dragon within. I have never before been so convinced otherwise. There is a terror inside us—a graveyard that wishes to bury our neighbors, aContinue reading “Fawn’s Diary – Entry 02”
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driving home from the grocery store
Can I describe the feeling of freedom? Sometimes I’m driving home from something as simple as shopping. I tossed a couple George Washingtons across a grubby counter, grabbed my bags of unglamorous food, shoved it in the back of my car, and took off. And yet, as I drive home wielding copious bags of off-brandContinue reading “driving home from the grocery store”
TWO WORLDS
Their eyes are dark There are shadows hidden in their laughter Hurricanes in their gestures Destruction in their banter And in the corner A little girl sings “I’m in the Lord’s army”
RED
Red is big. Red is knock-down, all out fights. Red is huge skyscrapers, flashing lights, loud music, things that grab every single sense until you don’t know what’s up and what’s down. Red is intense. It’s fast cars, fast games. Sharp scissors, dark lakes. Red is lipstick hastily thrown on because you’re late to work.Continue reading “RED”
Amanda Michelle Brown 