Category Archives: Fiction

Century #10: Mistakes

Posted on August 29, 2011 by randomyriad

From the journal of Lita Hopkins London, England July 8, 1928 My journal is so small I fill the pages rapidly, but I can write anywhere. It is inconspicuous and goes unnoticed even at my usual table at Vincent’s this … Continue reading →

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Century #9: Expectations

Posted on August 28, 2011 by randomyriad

From the journal of Martin Way August 18, 1935 Until recently I expected more from people than they could give and still keep themselves whole. What happened with Estelle is a good example. I wanted her to be interested in … Continue reading →

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Century #8: Lita Begins Unraveling

Posted on August 27, 2011 by randomyriad

From the Journal of Lita Hopkins London, England July 7, 1928 After talking with Hunter last night I have decided to start writing down some of my thoughts. He says I shouldn’t lock myself up inside the prison of my … Continue reading →

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Century #7: Escape from Academia

Posted on August 26, 2011 by randomyriad

From the journal of Martin Way Blytheville, Pennsylvania August 16, 1935 I have come to the conclusion that mere words cannot explain the human condition. Too much of the study of philosophy is grounded in a lineage of semantics. You … Continue reading →

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Sometimes the Telling Makes the Tale

Posted on July 27, 2011 by randomyriad

“There is entwined seven-tentacled lightning. It is fire-masses, it is sheets, it is arms. It is seven-colored writhing in the darkness, electric alive. It pulsates, it sends, it sparkles, it blinds! It explodes! It is seven murderous thunder-snakes striking in … Continue reading →

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