

A Moment for ArtThere are many forms of this thing collectively called art. Drawing, sculpting, modeling, writing, singing, and the numerous other creative activities that one invests time and energy into are the closest we as human beings come to knowing the truth about existence. With each stroke of a brush or pen, every word or melody, the world and the lives bustling though out it find solace within the creative energy unleashed from the minds of artisans from the various disciplines. Art is such that no one form controls the minds and emotions of those around them. The effect of art is a combined effort.A Moment for Art


It was an AccidentThe dishes clatter and clank all around Jane as she tries to brush the cobwebs from her mind. Every thought is weighted down, something holding them in place, thick and sticky, like wading through rivers of molasses. The waitress asks her something, but Jane only waves her off, not entirely sure what the question was or even caring. Dead by midnight. The last image she could remember looking at revealed something to her, but her mind retreated from that knowledge. Something bigger than memory loss was going on around her, something she used to be a part of, and something she voluntarily pIt was an Accident


War of WordsWhere am I?War of Words
Jane awakens in a flurry. Her gun removed, her items placed neatly on the night table beside her bed. Rolling quickly towards the edge of the bed, she lands silently on the plush, carpeted floors. Gathering her items up quickly, she makes for the first and only door she sees. She explodes into a dark hallway, wood lined, ancient, the fresh scent of wood lacquer and stain wafting through the air.
Ah, you are awake. Please, join me, Jane.
She cautiously enters through another door, cracked and glowing fro


Raising HellThe shower head drips slowly cease, the plopping splashes echoes quieting in the small bathroom. Jane combs out her hair, the fresh feeling of a warm shower preferable to the slimy stink of sweat and anxiety. Relaxed and reflective, Jane tries to make sense of the dream that woke her so violently. Each time she brings those images to her mind, she only comes up with fuzzy recollections. Walking out into the main room of her motel, she begins to slip her clothes back over her body. The fabric and warmth welcome in the cold morning, her body still yearning for the hot sauna mists of the posRaising Hell
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