Robert approached the area with caution, continuously checking to make sure he wasn’t followed. At one point he stopped, sure that he heard the soft sound of footsteps echoing faintly behind him. Listening, hardly daring to breath, he strained his hearing until his head ached with the effort. “Must be my imagination”, he thought to […]
Category: Just Shelley
I, victim
Each of us is capable of being a victim given the right circumstances. The only thing that saves us is learning to control a difficult time rather than let the time control us. This is something I learned when I was 15 years old, a wild child with little sense. At school I met a […]
Honor be not proud
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I watched the movie A Few Good Men tonight. If you haven’t seen it, it features Tom Cruise, Jack Nicholson, and Demi Moore in a story about the Marine Corps, murder, and, ultimately, the question of honor. Honor and the Corps. Honor and service to one’s country. Honor and pride. Honor. What […]
Close, very close
Down to my last few pennies, literally, and half a book to rewrite before my next advance when fortune smiles on the Very Worried: I just got a gig that should last at least a couple of months. Now if I can absorb all the new RDF changes into the book fairly quickly and get […]
Real things
Enough tilting at windmills. In the quiet of the night, when the fires cool and tongues still, one can listen. Loren’s To find out what is true and About the size of a fist. Jonathon’s For a Dancer. No further comment. Go read. Awake to understand you are not dreaming It is not seaming just to be this way […]
