Andrew Burnside

Try not to think yourself right out of existence.

310

Writings

131

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Andrew Burnside

Try not to think yourself right out of existence.

310

Writings

131

Followers

Following

AN ODE TO RHYTHM

Andrew Burnside

1 min read

The rhythm walked with us hand in hand,

The marching feet across guided land,

The rhythm consumed us one and all,

The knocking stick against dividing wall,

The rhythm it pushed us moon and light,

The construction machines on factory site,

The rhythm it made us who we are,

The revving engine of a future car,

The rhythm now we owe a debt,

The primal groove we did forget,

The rhythm is un...

Poetry

MEDIA GAMES

Andrew Burnside

4 min read

"You've been selected. Call 555 Truth Today!"

That is what the post it note had read. Sonya read the note over and over, a primal fear rising physically through her body like a hotflash staring in the toes and exiting through the scalp. Her mind had already made the assumption, but another part of her absolutely refused to beleive it could actually happen to her. She was trying to rationalize it...

Science fiction

Drama

CUBE ATTUNED

Andrew Burnside

4 min read

[PART TWO OF 'CUBE']

In the blank white room, sat a simple black table, and two chairs facing eachother. In one chair sat the boy, Dawson. In the opposite chair sat a woman in a black shit, wearing shades. Dawson had come to know 'these people' as 'agents'. He knew they worked for the ones who had murdered the professor. He knew they were interested in the cube, which now rested in the middle of...

Science fiction

Thriller

COMMUNICATION BARRIER

Andrew Burnside

4 min read

Two owls sat in the full moon light, high in a pine tree, watching a darkened dirt road that cut through their forest. Approaching them from down the road was the brightness of one of the human flashlights, and someone walking in their direction.

"Hey Frank, Go see who it is." The owl named Cliff suggested.

"Why don't you do it?" Frank turned his head clear around his head to give an accusitor...

Humour

A CRACK IN THE WALL

Andrew Burnside

3 min read

It was all too real to be a dream. There I was, in a room on the second floor of a place called Grimalda's Tavern and Inn. I was looking out on a peaceful sunrise in the sky, and the looming shadow of a tall black wall. It was Taller than anyone could climb. It was Taller than the tallest buildings. Even birds could not fly high enough to cross it. I knew what it was the second I saw it, because I...

Fantasy

Thriller

WALKING IT BACK

Andrew Burnside

1 min read

What did you do?

Did it come from a place?

between the fringes of fiction,

or out beyond space,

What did you do?

Did you break any rules?

Did they question your nature?

Did you play them for fools?

What did you do?

That they're all coming for you,

That they want to erase it,

And walk you back too,...

Poetry

A HANGING AT HIGH NOON

Andrew Burnside

2 min read

The crowd was a mob down at city hall. They shouted and yelled and were ready to brawl. Some of them had pitchforks and others had torches. Bysyanders watched from the edges of porches. The mayor was there, the target of town. He pleaded for peace as the sun went down. All of this over a hanging at high noon. Set in the town of Dust in mid June.

"Lets Hang 'em I hope!" Yelled a Man with a rope. ...

Poetry

Western

STORY OF MY LIFE

Andrew Burnside

2 min read

I prayed this was one of my smaller mistakes.

"RICO! YOU'RE FIRED!" came the booming voice of the factory foreman known as Dennis. He walked up to my machine in a huff, slamming down his yellow hardhat in a display of anger.

I guess it wasnt such a small mistake after all. "Something wrong?" was the response I gave, although looking back I probably should have chosen better words.

"Wrong!? WR...

A BRIEF LECTURE

Andrew Burnside

1 min read

Its hard to tell what reality is and is not these days. You could hear the truth screamed at you through the same subliminal lyrics... hell they get spelled out the same way differently in each Uniform comformity tune structured in such a way that you the poor naieve consumer gets wrapped up in the bullshit message X Celebrity Star with a guitar or microphone is laying down, selling songs, and boo...

THE DEAD MUSICIANS' SUPPORT GROUP

Andrew Burnside

3 min read

"Whoah man, what just happened?" Said Bassist 'Cool Tony' as he suddenly apperated into existance in a carpeted den with a circle of public shool plastic chairs facing eachother.

Next, the drummer 'Slim Tony' appeared, shirt off, drumsticks still swinging. "AHHHHH!!!! What the hell!? What is this!? Where's the stage, man!?"

The Guitarist 'Tony Smokes' came next, half a cigarette in his mouth, ...

Humour