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A Different Song – A Short Story
Some memories stay with you, and others are taken from you… Continue reading A Different Song – A Short Story
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A Face in the Woods
Take heed of what lies in wait in the Unknown Continue reading A Face in the Woods
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Placard – A short story
Be careful what you ask for… Continue reading Placard – A short story
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Book Review: “Finally, Some Good News” by Delicious Tacos
A story of love, lust, advertising, and the End of the F*cking World. It’s a Beautiful Thing to behold. Continue reading Book Review: “Finally, Some Good News” by Delicious Tacos
Book Review – “The White Arrow”
The Land of Lyria is under siege. What shall be its fate? Continue reading Book Review – “The White Arrow”
Beyond the Graffiti Legacy
We should all strive to leave behind more than a name, scratched into someone else’s monument. Continue reading Beyond the Graffiti Legacy
A.I. as John Doe
An brief examination of Serial Killers and A.I. through the lens of a near-perfect movie. Continue reading A.I. as John Doe
Event Horizons and You!
Let’s face it, black holes are scary. Out there, in the depths of space, are objects so dense that they consume anything that comes near them. A passing asteroid? Consumed. A planet and its system of moons? Gobble-gobble. Matthew McConaughey floating by doing alright, alright, alright? Of course. But there’s a certain term associated with black holes that I’ve always found fascinating. Event Horizon. It’s … Continue reading Event Horizons and You!
Parables in The Age of OUTRAGE!
Parables. Childhood lessons. Their simplicity is their genius, and their genius is that although they are meant to instruct children, they are also meant to be imprinted on our collective brains so inherently that the lesson remains into adulthood. Or, at least, that’s how it used to work. Remember the Boy Who Cried Wolf? Sure you do. A young man in charge of looking after … Continue reading Parables in The Age of OUTRAGE!
Gratitude for a Quiet Man
I have a lot to be grateful for. In my childhood I had it worse than some, but most certainly better than many others. I grew up poor, and insecure, and it probably didn’t help that I was always a little weird. I was a short, scrawny little Mexican boy in a rural Colorado town, who up until about eight years old would sometimes go … Continue reading Gratitude for a Quiet Man
Abraham Lopez 