Over the coming weeks and months, I'll be giving birth to my creative flights of fancy here in random bursts of flash fiction, as well as other short-form brainstorms of artistic expression. Hell, I might even Frankenstein it with some bizarre, hybrid media.

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The truth is, I have no idea what I'm going to come up with. Or why. But you'll find out when I do. 

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That's the fun part. That's the scary part.

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Hopefully I'll entertain. Maybe enlighten. 

 

Or at the very least, amuse; like a drunken clown at a kids' party.

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Fair warning: I create here without filter, without a PG rating or moral imperatives. This isn't a safe zone. It's far from that. Good fiction is a lie that reveals the truth. That being the case, what I can offer you freely is a piece of my soul. Each time I write something meaningful, something true, a true lie, it takes a little piece of me, bit by bit. One day there will be nothing left of me. And that will be the story of me.

 

But that day is far from now.

 

Maybe.

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