The Castle

I feel that I must write down there thoughe in fear that if I so not, I will be forced to insanity trying to contemplate them.   It was a night more awful than mine eyes had ever seen.  The rain came down in torrents, and the fog was like some utterly gigantic creature, trying to consume all it could reach its gangling arms out to.  It was on this…

September 9, 1990
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Water dream

The boy walks slowly along the dusty road, pushing the large dolly ahead of him.  The small, hard wheels crunch along the gravel, spitting out dirt and chunks of rock behind them.  The sun beats down, scorching the land, causing the boy to stop, pull out a scarf, and wipe his forehead. He pushes the cart forward to a wooden gate, its warped, cracked wood collecting dust and heat, and…

September 9, 1990
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Stick

I. NEO‑TOKYO.  05‑21D.  22:59:20 p.m.   Score: All tied up, four to four. My weight shifts from my left leg to the right, nervous energy building, waiting for release. My eyes flash to the judge, opponent, judge again, waiting. I spring forward, my stick extended to the right, rushing the cube. Every muscle trembles as I stride, right, left, right, feint. An opponent charges me from the left, his stick…

September 9, 1990
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Childhood Influence (a Lang story)

The sky is black.  The sun has set, leaving the smog to accompany the air.  The summer heat melds into everything, suffocating it all in torturous agony.  Lang smiles, gazing into the starless, moon less sky, seeing only beauty in the stinking darkness.  Beads of sweat roll down his face, causing it to glisten in the weak light of a street lamp far below.  Looking down, Lang laughs, seeing humor…

September 9, 1990
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