Inner musings of a Wayward Writer
The electric screen reflects in her eyes and douses her face in a bright blue light. Her skin isn’t quite as smooth as it once was. Even her thick chestnut locks are starting to turn thin and grey, changing rapidly, if there was anyone there to witness the transformation…
The entire world runs on energy. From the tiniest plant life which photosynthesises sunlight into nutrients, to the nuclear fusion which roils in the heart of our sun. Energy is everywhere. It keeps the Earth in orbit through gravitational forces. It allows us to reach out to one another across an entire planet in the …
If you think about it, we are nothing more and nothing less than living, breathing time machines. The past only exists in our minds, rooted down in our collective memories. As a result, we can go back whenever we want. We can travel through time to relive any moment from our past in the blink …
She never saw the other car coming. The air was thick with fog and practically ablaze with the rising sun. There was a hideous screech as tyres skidded across wet bitumen, and then one split-second passed that felt like a lifetime before the impact hit. Bright orange flickered against shadows. There were sirens and flashing …
What if the Earth isn’t at all what we think it is? What if it was something that we couldn’t explain with all our knowledge of physics and planetary geology? On the surface, it’s a wondrous medley of different landscapes. Every mountain and valley formed upon that seemingly rigid surface over inconceivable periods of time …
A wise man once said that we don’t exist within the universe; we are the universe expressing itself as a living being. We’re as much a part of it as the stars, planets and galaxies. After all, everyone and everything was once made from star dust. Once. But what if some people are made up …
Writing on Tangents