samrach765

Trying to get the writing juices flowing again after a far-too-long writing hiatus. Feel free to comment and critique, criticism more than welcomed.

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samrach765

Trying to get the writing juices flowing again after a far-too-long writing hiatus. Feel free to comment and critique, criticism more than welcomed.

Writings

Followers

Following

Not Your Art

samrach765

2 min read

Bianca frowned at the woman in front of her. She held her pencil up, as if to measure the ratios of the woman's body, but it was of no use. Bianca had long memorized the length of her thighs, where her elbows landed on them while she hunched forward, the way her ankles elongated and her toes bent while braced against the bar of her stool, and the slope of her shoulders as she gazed backwards ove...

Drama

Mortal Divinity

samrach765

1 min read

He pulsed with rapturous authority that night.

Drunk on wind and moonshine.

Even the trees yielded to his laugh

Raucous and full

We all bowed then,

Dirtied our knees

Whooped in gleeful veneration.

To a silhouette brimmed by moonlight.

And lost ourselves to the silver nectar of night.

(I'd love to know what you see when you read this. I know I have a clear vision, everything is up to interpret...

Poetry

To Great-Uncle John

samrach765

2 min read

"Houses settle."

Alice heard the phrase time and time and time again from countless people. Friends, Family. A one-night stand she'd regretted the next morning.

All of them, of course, seemed keen on ignoring the fact her home was by no means of new construction. Renovated, perhaps, but the structure itself was well over 100 years old. A massive beachside Victorian, one that would go for mill...

Drama

Echolocation

samrach765

1 min read

There is no darkness like the pitch black of open ocean.

When there is no horizon.

When even the death-gray of lightlessness is absent.

But there is more than one way to see.

The whales are still singing to one another.

Across swathes of water beyond comprehension.

What do we look like to them,

I wonder.

Are we but breaks in their song?

Or grace notes?...

Poetry

Bit and Ghost

samrach765

3 min read

He'd been tapping his keyboard. Or, more accurately, he'd been tapping on the "o" key of said keyboard and now there was a long line of lowercase o's in the text editor he'd been working in.

Lots of o's. Oo if segmented so. A statement of startlement. Or discovery or curiosity. Nearly boo, which he found much more interesting than the lone Oo. Boo at least implied the presence of a ghost. An Oth...

Science fiction