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Pen to Paper

As you read these words consider the ink from which they are printed. If you printed this from your desktop the ink is most likely made up of carbon black, a heavy varnish and an agent which reduced it's drying time.

If these words were jotted down by an ink pen the words you read would be made up of petroleum napthas, resins and coal-tar solvents. Words scribed by scholars at the dawn of the Enlightened Age would most likely have been made up of a combination of juices, indigo, p… Continue

She walked through the street unaware of my presence for I was but a ghost flitting through the darkness that was urgently longing to reveal it's gloomy secrets from beyond the sodium light of the halogen street lamps. Though my moves were silent and deft, I would playfully shuffle a stone or perceptively move a branch ever so often to darken her soul with an urgent fear of self preservation.

As her pace quickened, and her heart raced, I reveled in the dark images that ran through her panicked… Continue

Calvin Kinsington looked out over the city from his penthouse office in downtown Atlanta. He had it all. The great job, the flashy car, and a five million dollar home in the suburbs.

The middle aged executive looked down at the ice cubes slowly melting in the scotch and soda he had poured thirty minutes earlier. He had yet to take a sip. His mind was on Joanne. It had been since he had met her one month ago, quite by accident.

That fateful morning he had just finished a round of golf when he d… Continue