Painting
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I need to know I’m not the only one who hears it, I need to know I’m not losing my mind. Images in my head, blood over everything, their dead eyes, looking at me, I can’t tell if it’s just my imagination or if it’s real, memories lost, now regained. I need someone to hear me,…
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I’ve woken up badly today, it seems my night, went longer than I anticipated it would. It was sometime around 7:00am that I finally closed my eyes to rest. So much of the night is a blur, but what I do remember, what I can recall, make no sense. I tried calling Clare today, after…
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How do I start this post when all my thoughts are still not sure what they saw, what they heard. When my brain is telling me 1 thing and seconds later something else, I feel like everything I am is being pulled this way, and that way, as I constantly struggle against urges, visions of…
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I don’t want to start off another Daily Grind with another story of something unusual happening, but, its what seems to be the current trend at the moment. Little sleep, and nightmares, that seem to be coming more from out there, than from inside my head. I tried not to sleep last night, I truly…
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Don’t judge me, don’t criticize my choices, what I do, I do because I have to, not because I want to. Right now, at this moment I should be aboard my flight, heading towards my past, heading to Sydney, but instead I’m still here, trying to deal with everything that happened last night, or this…
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Tomorrow morning I fly across the strait, across a quarter of this great land, and face my past, face my mistakes, my greatest mistakes, head on. To say that I’m not worried would be lying, I’m petrified, stressed, and on top of that, this house is giving me bad vibes. Last night, when I finally…
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Time and time again, I find myself asking the question, why? Valid? Of course it is, we ask ourselves why all the time, about every move we make, about every decision, citing it to ourselves at a later date, why the choice had to be made, why we, did what we did. When Fear In…
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I’m nervously anticipating the weekend, it’s been almost 8 years since Clare left with the girls, 8 years of being lost in my own self pity, my own nightmare. I haven’t called, I can’t, if I lose my nerve before I’m even there I’ll never go, so I have to go in blind, and hope it all works…
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I was planning on doing a video today for the Daily Grind, but this new lap top and me are just not meshing well, so, videos will have to wait until I work it out. I guess it’s a throw back to when I was writing full time for Fear In Fear Magazine as it helped…
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Back when I was really hitting my stride while writing for Fear In Fear Magazine, I was introduced to an artist who had contacted the magazine due to being inspired by a few of my stories, his name was Gareth Wilkinson, we struck up a friendship instantly, and from that point on every story I…
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My lack of human company has created a black void around my life, one that seems to suck many things into it, and, every once in a while, strange things occur around the house. I know, this sounds like the start of a story, but as this seems an outlet for my life at the…
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I remember the day we were told Fear In Fear Magazine was mo more, I was sitting in a Sydney coffee shop with good friend and fellow writer Sam Melton. We were both more than surprised, we were shattered. Three days later, after a phone conversation I still to this day can’t remember, Sam took…
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Yesterday I talked about dreams, and how they inspire the stories that slip out of ones mind and onto the paper in front of you. Today, I want to touch a little on how another’s work can inspire. I know I mentioned fan fiction the other day, but this is deeper than mer fan fiction,…
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Do your dreams have a way of weaving their way into your stories? It’s a silly question I know, as an author I know a lot of my dreams turn up in some form in my stories, In fact some even push through so powerfully that the dreams force the story to be created. Where…
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Hello dear readers, Marty here, it’s been almost 24 hours since I took control of the blog, and as you can see, I have changed the name, but kept the posts running as they were when Matthew had control. I know you’re asking why, I myself asked that same question, but the reason is a…
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“It’s perfect,” she says as she takes a step back and looks at the painting. “I love it,” she says turning to him, he smiles and blushes, stuffing his hands in his pockets and shuffling his feet. “I’m glad you like it, I tried to incorporate all of the elements you asked for, right down…