He sat, regally reclined and bored, on his crimson throne. The hall was dusty and broken, full of aged furniture, cracked gold, and dead foliage. A thick layer of gray dust sat upon everything, a gruesome veil hiding what once was beautiful beneath age. Tiny blemishes were speckled all around in the carnage, proof of… Continue reading Writing Scraps #2
“Selfishness is human nature.” The words are stale, having been repeated and restated and reshaped a thousands time over. A few of the surrounding workers roll their eyes at each other, eating steadily through their breakfast, but that’s all they do. Their work will start soon, there’s no point in trying to stem the lecture… Continue reading Writing Scrap #1
I’m not too certain what this blog will be just yet. Probably a hot mess, but hopefully an organized hot mess.