Tag: Spooky
Posted on December 3, 2018
by Alex V. Weir
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Permit me to indulge in exercise. I am coming to work on my main projects in a graduated fashion. I’ve always had to do a sort of calculus…where I approach the zero of the actual work. To zero in on the actual work I… Continue Reading “Spooky Procrastination – Strange dream at age Nineteen”
Posted on June 2, 2018
by Alex V. Weir
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Due to my schedule I have to write things in sections to keep a steady output. I know that some people prefer reading a story in full on one page. So I’ve made that possible. Click on my patrydork link to read my recent… Continue Reading “The Prosaic Wall (Full Story Link)”
Posted on June 2, 2018
by Alex V. Weir
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‘Not good.’ What was I going to do? These folks were bold. They’d hopped the wall. An action which in light of their recent conversation lent a truly sinister impression. The good thing was they weren’t walking up the length of the wall. If… Continue Reading “The Prosaic Wall – Part Three – Finale”
Posted on May 31, 2018
by Alex V. Weir
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“Isn’t a bit early for that…” I grumbled aloud at the strong cigarette odor that had roused me from the haze of sleep. It was then that I realized the bed I occupied wasn’t a fold-out couch in a grungy little… Continue Reading “The Prosaic Wall – Part Two (Short Story)”
Posted on May 29, 2018
by Alex V. Weir
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I suppose that given my choice of title you are going to assume that this’ll be some sort of symbol-laden existential pontification. Hate to disappoint but today’s story is short on that sort of trendy ennui. The wall is not some hardly clever Floydian… Continue Reading “The Prosaic Wall – Part One (Short Story)”
Posted on May 19, 2018
by Alex V. Weir
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It was a humid evening amid the pines. What’s worse, the approaching night carried fog in its wake. Certainly, a wake would soon be needed. We were in the tall grass. Cradling the cruel black adonized purpose of our automatic rifles as if they… Continue Reading “The War Witch (Short Story)”
Posted on February 3, 2018
by Alex V. Weir
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There’s a wee spider beneath my keyboard… so I’m… Hanging With Cecilia… Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider spun her silken web Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider controlled the flow and ebb Of the weird ocean known as time Even though lady Cecilia Meenor Spider was no… Continue Reading “Hanging with Cecilia – Moody Piano Impromptu and Poem”
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