Monthly Archives: April 2017

The old, the powerful (short story)

Posted on April 17, 2017 by Ossington

From beyond the knowledge of the shell, of even the projectile within, the hammer follows the will of some finger (the appendage to a much larger question atop a question, atop a question ad infinitum, until we reach not some … Continue reading →

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Photo, words

Posted on April 15, 2017 by Ossington

“I am become death, destroyer of worlds”, he said, learning against his bicycle, his feet, and it, planted into the sun-white grass, the stark black of the leaves, beneath him. “Did you mean to say that?”, she asked, looking through … Continue reading →

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