Category: Fictional Musings

-The sun hides behind the clouds, leaking pathways of light in a soft diffused manner. The city seems quiet, only the sound of traffic as cars speed by, in lonely procession. My eyes wear a heavy coat and my eyelids nearly collapse. Smoke waves through my fingers as the cigarette in my hand turns to ash and I drift in and out of half dreamt dreams. In the interspersed moments of consciousness in hazy thoughts, I wonder about the rose’s robe and the messages carried on a butterfly’s wings. On days like these, when the sky has lost its color, […]

-He walks through the darkened campus, the artificial yellow falling and forgotten on the concrete. He counts the lonely bikes on the nike racks and scrutinizes the dull light bouncing weakly off the handle bars. He stops at a rack that holds two wheels bent sideways, but no bike. As he stands there, he kicks himself, I should of brought my camera. He squats down and takes out a cigarette, becoming lost in thought, he inhales deeply. It’s only six, but the sun’s been absent for at least an hour. The campus appears to be dead, one or two students […]