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Excerpt from Freedom in Carpathia

Freedom in Carpathia


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Excerpt from Haversham Falls

Haversham Falls


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Peace in the Storm

Peace in the Storm


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Driven by the Whip

Driven by the Whip

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Spending Words

Spending Words

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Moonbeam

Moonbeam

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I Dreamed One Day a Library I would Build.

After days of tweaking and changing images, researching different book spines and thinking about which ones would represent the content of the stories, I have finally produced 16 book spines. I hope you like them. I’m going to spend a while trying to create an interactive bookshelf so you can select a story, find the description and read it.

Library

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Bubbling Jars of Poetry

Poems

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Soft is the Whisper of the Cooling Universe

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Pebble Problems

Pebble Problems

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Tired Words

Tired Words

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The Days Beyond the Fall.

Days beyond

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Difference

In need of some feedback here. I have two versions of difference. The first used a very cartoon-like thought bubble. The more I looked at it over the course of the day and the photographs I used, the more I felt I hadn’t done justice to the brick. So I produced a more formal image. Feedback and let me know which one you prefer.

Difference II

leaf on the wind

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Thought Train

Thought Train

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The Stars in Twin Lakes.

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Bubbles spiraled to the surface in the darkness. Each gently glowing as they rose towards us outlining their delicate shapes twisting, creeping out of the depths. The boat sat motionless on the lake which was now begin to simmer as the bubbles broke the surface. Behind us the waterfall still could be heard but the it too was glowing, frozen in time, as if photographs had been overlapped to blur its structure. Above me the stars seemed to mirror the bubbles beneath us, dropping from there positions, dancing around each other in merry loops, merging and breaking like cells under the microscope. They were filling the sky with brilliant movement.

Andrea and John didn’t seem to notice, focusing on the first of the bubbles to reach the surface. John reached down, the movement of his arm tracing a glowing arc through the air. Andrea was giggling and running her fingers…

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Signal
The following Images were produced to accompany a short story called The Signal of the Second Spring. You can read the full story HERE or click on the images to view them all.


Enter the Realm of the Dark Banner…


Poetry Jars

I’ve managed to put the shelves up so I can stack the Jars of Poetry. Be careful reaching up for the top shelf though. You may need a ladder.

Poetry Jars.


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Rolling Cage.

Come wallow thee in the misery of this cage of woe, for tonight I drink the Russian Malady. Tomorrow’s Sun will cast a shadow on the clarity of sadness and raise the ghost of literary regret.
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Mind your Head

Flash project: write 200 word story on the theme of “Mind your Head.”

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In the backwater, plastic walls of laboratory 39 we tried everything to increase the activity in their brains. Aldus, with his brow permanently furrowed peered at the results of countless trials. Magda shuffled up and down, drinking while she poured over data from each permutation of the experiment. Indigo only now admitted that his initial excitement was beginning to wane. He had been convinced these were the creatures identified by the ancients. They were nothing to look upon, but a perfect match for the drawings on the steel temple.

Each attempt started with such promise and yet always produced another dead end. The subjects would show improvements; responding to visual stimulus and spoken instruction. They would develop complex communication amongst themselves. The first time I saw one teaching another to make a cutting tool, I nearly cried. Always they would start to form groups. Always they would destroy each other. Soon we would lose our window of opportunity. We had come so far to find them; across the vast emptiness between our worlds. The steel temple they sent had shown the way and we had followed, only to find their deserts of destruction; the last fruits of their mindless savagery.


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And all my Life would be Thirst and Longing for What I had Lost before I found It.

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The Quick and the Dead.

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Artist Kaya Mar walking with painting in Westminster.

 
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Mending Moments

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