Running, running, running… The night is pitch, a blanket of darkness that engulfs the landscape and blinds those who dare to tread. Don’t go out after dark they say for even that which is known becomes strange. They want to scare us, to keep us away, but away from what? The darkness cannot hurt you... Continue Reading →
No, this isn't going to be the great paradox of my blog, nor is it some sinister throw down to wage a war of debate between writer's and artist. In fact the answer is rather easy and one that I was reminded of during a recent writing prompt. So, when is a picture worth more... Continue Reading →
The seeming eyes of a gargoyle look out on the dark city streets as a figure skulks in the shadows perched in pocket of a building’s windowsill overlooking the moonlit City skyline. It may seem as shimmering and clear as crystal in the dead of this night as one looks to the sky for future... Continue Reading →
Gotham: It’s a bad part of town. A poor part of town. The sky sits thick and gray in the sky. The streets and gutters are full of trash, grit and grime. Broken windows hang in dilapidated buildings that unfortunately it seems apparent people still inhabit. Yet in all this the most eerie unnatural thing... Continue Reading →
Now here's a good one that goes with the whole "convention panics" rants and raving tangents I've been going off on lately (See here and here). Because it can often get a bit overwhelming when one is hit with the idea that they are doing something, giving so much of themselves and there time but... Continue Reading →
Glory Fiction 