Mutual sorrow
Imaginary scoreboards
Civilization
About the Creator
Justin Keeling
A systems thinker set to the task of disillusioning and reconciling a fragmented world through art, design, music, and story.
I sing for the dryads who spring through city sidewalks.
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The Light Turns
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
By John R. Godwinabout 20 hours ago in Fiction
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This was so real. Wow, excellent job capturing the strong emotions in very few words.