What A Wonderful, Wandering Woe by A-Wandering-Man, literature
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What A Wonderful, Wandering Woe
Oh, what a word is wyrd! Wrapping within it wraith-like whisperings
Of unfathomable, unimaginable universality, uniting us under
Our common connection, coursing casually through the cosmos,
Our worries and woes writhing and withering with the weight of the Worldsoul.
Wrath wreathes reckless, reasonless revelers, resigned reluctantly, restlessly, to respite.
Souls solemnly shipwrecked, shifting semblances sharing stitled songs, sonorous shells
Of departed, devoted debtors delving divine depths, descending deftly downwards
Towards totality, tension tearing the taut tethers tying them to the Togetherness.
Never breaking, never ending, never
The Finest Threads Unwoven by A-Wandering-Man, literature
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The Finest Threads Unwoven
"Hey Danny, pass me that readout, would ya?" said Al, referring to the small USB flash drive plugged into the server.
Danny obliged, saying "How many times are you gonna run the damn thing?"
"As many times as it takes, kid," said Al, winking at the younger man before returning to his seat. He sat before a bank of computer monitors, each one displaying a slice of brain tissue in the scan from a different axis. These slices, when collated and computed into a connectome, could show the detailed structure of the brain, down to the level of a dendrite. As the scan required direct access to the brain tissue, and the radiation was somewhat destruc
The Souls of the Few by A-Wandering-Man, literature
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The Souls of the Few
I'd been in my biochem exam, tears welling up in frustration. I had wasted the previous night pacing around in a failing effort to reduce my anxiety enough to allow me to study. I was sure I was going to fail. I put my head down and tried to gather myself. Inhale... ...exhale. You can do this. Just calm down, and you'll be OK, I thought. I took one more deep breath before steeling myself and facing my fear.
When I opened my eyes, I saw an unfamiliar face reflected back at me. A mirror? I thought, But... that doesn't look anything like me. Maybe a window? And... wait, where the hell is my exam? How the hell did I get here? And where the hell
The Sands that Scour the Plains by A-Wandering-Man, literature
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The Sands that Scour the Plains
"I have experienced a great many things, my friend, but none so unpleasant as a gust of Gyerian sand in the eye," said the hunchbacked old merchant, handing me my weights of silver. "I would strongly advise you not to travel the desert without proper protection for the eyes."
I pocketed the small pouch, and replied "I am quite certain I will be fine, my friend."
"And I am quite certain that you are a fool for trying to find the Plains. They are lost to all but the Gods," he retorted, waving me away impatiently so that he might make his next transaction. I obliged, stepping back out into the street, squinting as my eyes readjusted to the bri
For My Love, a Letter. by A-Wandering-Man, literature
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For My Love, a Letter.
Electricity dances behind my eyes
When they come to rest upon you
A fluttering of the heart, perhaps, too;
Adoration manifest in anxiety's guise.
Fear evapourates, soon replaced with calm
The poverty of soul soothed by love's alms.
A quiet of mind, and deepest comfort found,
In your arms; within their kind embrace bound.
Tranquil joy battles with exultant passion
Each powerfully flowing through my brain
Flooding my emotions, seeking to reign
Over my mind in magnanimous fashion.
In my imaginings we are held entwined
By delicate thread of the finest kind
Weaved of joy, laughter, and deepest love;
Hopelessly bound by the strength thereof.
W
The Defeat of Darkness by A-Wandering-Man, literature
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The Defeat of Darkness
Alexis pointed at the firefly's abdomen as it pulsed periodically, illuminating the stalk of grass on which it rested.
"How does it do that, Dee?" she queried.
"Well, Lex, it's kinda complicated. They have something in them called luciferase, it's an enzyme that uses energy to change a protein so that it releases—" Deanna cut herself off, noticing Alexis's left eyebrow creeping up her face, eminently confused. "Sorry. The firefly makes chemicals that react together to make light."
"Oh," said Alexis, slightly less confused. "Lu—lucirase?"
"Luciferase," Deanna corrected.
"Isn't Lucifer, like, the devil?" Alexis said, again befu
A Song for the Sorrowful by A-Wandering-Man, literature
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A Song for the Sorrowful
Find me, oh time unending
Prostrate on the cold earth
Weeping for a life not lived
Find me in the parlor tending
To a long-extinguished hearth,
To ashes with no heat to give
Wait for me, oh time impatient
Allow me my solemn rest
Before beings new and ancient
Wait for me, for I so detest
To morph from old to nascent
Spread between worm and pest
Leave me, oh time unfettered
To glide amongst the stars
Beyond worlds burnt to dust
Leave me to the squalling gust
To scour away the ugly scars
And be by its cleansing bettered.
A Confluence of Time by A-Wandering-Man, literature
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A Confluence of Time
October 4th, 2012.
Matthew Lyman stepped outside of the Quik-N'-Easy where he had so disgracefully worked for the last two-and-a-half years. It was early evening, and he was halfway through his afternoon shift. He absentmindedly reached into the pocket of his red and yellow jacket, searching fruitlessly for a pack of cigarettes that were not there. Confused, he scowled and began chastising himself for his forgetfulness. He turned to reenter the dingy, poorly-lit convenience store; running his left hand through his short, dark, unkempt hair; before remembering that he had not forgotten his cigarettes — he had quit two weeks ago, and