Dinlas

Tell me about your childhood. Of all the requests that have been made of me, this is one of just a few things that causes a stoic look to overtake my face. A blank stare that is blind to whatever is immediately around me, because my vision becomes consumed with memories from days gone by.... Continue Reading →

Maze

I've been told many times that it is 'all in my head'. Turns out it's true. I don't know how much time has passed since I chose to stay in this dream state. Time doesn't seem to take its toll here as much as it does 'out there'. There is still a drain. I can... Continue Reading →

Overtaken

Easily influenced. Days are coming and going. I don't know where I am. Everything and every person seems to have this magnetic field that pulls me into an orbit. I can be anything and anyone. Just tell me what you need. On second thought, don't say a word. It can be a simple as you... Continue Reading →

Two A.M.

I tuck everyone into bed the same time every night. They all drift off so easily, and my hope is that they will make it peacefully to the morning light. I spend the next bit of time wrapping up the day. Unwind a bit. Tend to the final chores that will give me a small... Continue Reading →

Deadline Ahead

The rain is falling. My sessions are light. The weekend promises to be quiet, and a good one for writing/research combination. I have a deadline in nine days for a short story competition. I know 'what' I want my entry to be 'about'. I'm a little worried about some of the details. My confidence is... Continue Reading →

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Christopher James

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