tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767Fri, 01 Nov 2024 07:26:55 +0000QuagzorBradbury HeightsIreneThe DukeDerekFaronOfficial StatementReflectedCol. Van HaslingerHoble-JobbQuwamA collaboration and compilation of unimaginable tales from the vast expanses of my subconsciousness.http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)Blogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-4420501760748926860Tue, 19 May 2015 14:47:00 +00002015-05-19T10:57:10.914-04:00Reflected When counting all the ways to achieve one possible outcome one does not often think to include the reverse strategical paradox of unencumbering oneself from the burdens of an infinite universe. Ergo, out of respect for those with more advanced knowledge of post didactic cyber-literature you may skip ahead a few hours and catch right up. More than minute details may invariably be ignored, http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2015/05/to-see-myself-reflected-2nd.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-3595547951242191637Tue, 12 May 2015 14:58:00 +00002015-05-12T10:58:38.801-04:00Reflected Trinidad. Tiny toboggan. A hill steeping swiftly downward crestfalling, faceforward, dodge-dashing. No rock can tumble to far from our course. Once a burning incense, now a stream set drifting o’er to meet us by the way. Bring the bobcat, set the lion in its cage. Swing shut the gate. How graceful thy dance O’ everlonging. Take my breath away. Another stone set. This place will be http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2015/05/to-see-myself-reflected-introduction.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-488225249681174673Tue, 10 Feb 2015 15:33:00 +00002015-02-11T11:40:04.144-05:00Irene Upon entering the creaking portal he was transposed in an instant from the grim outer passage into a labyrinth of steel and aluminum. Yellowed florescents flickered tragically, illuminating the hall in static autonomy. Mechanical parts, chains and gears littered the ground. Wheels and rims dangled from above creating a claustrophobic atmosphere. Thin aisles marched forward flanked by sentinel http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2015/02/irene-3.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-7715851846729313327Wed, 03 Dec 2014 04:05:00 +00002015-02-11T11:40:10.239-05:00Irene A week before wax pillars would be burning atop frosted delicacy the dilemma of discovering an appropriate offering eluded the young artist. His intent had been pure, good willed, seeking not a lavish gift but rather one of utter genuinity. Thus he had taken to surveying the convocation of petite shoppes along the inner thigh of the bustling harbor town. The delectable aroma of fresh bake http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2014/12/irene-2.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-3876701072553299098Wed, 12 Nov 2014 18:06:00 +00002015-02-05T09:45:54.378-05:00Irene Pantomime, phantom shapes and shadows overlaid with drizzled silver lining the edges of the light. Dancing movement caught shining orbs, reflecting gratification as they observed the persisting display with rapture. Then a great gasp as the alligator was swallowed whole and reborn from its fading shimmer, a rabbit escaping certain carnivorization, retreated suddenly to soft translucence as the http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2014/11/irene-1.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-2442415503893687289Mon, 03 Nov 2014 18:58:00 +00002014-12-02T21:16:55.668-05:00Irene Crying child, like a lamb on the altar. A single bright light, flicker of a flame. A seedling that sprouted forth in the wrong season, soon to retreat beneath the earth. Newborn yet dying. Doctor says "There's nothing we can do." Sometimes a little spark doesn't catch fire to the tinder. So sitting with the fawn in her arms, shallow breathing, Mother looks down. Such small hands wrapped around http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2014/11/irene-prologue.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-899450500256515080Mon, 08 Jul 2013 02:54:00 +00002013-07-07T22:54:22.767-04:00Bradbury Heights Father Fleischer padded softly afoot the slate stone stairwell of Saint Andrew’s Cathedral, smoothly stepping straightway towards the upper sanctum where Mother Superior Judith Von Engle would surely be sweeping through her morning studies. The bite of the dawn’s gentle patters of rain had swiftly given way to the lustrous sun now bleeding through the slotted windows of the Cathedral stairway,http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2013/07/bradbury-heights-v-father-mother.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-6154155932045478124Sat, 15 Jun 2013 15:19:00 +00002013-06-15T11:20:21.006-04:00Bradbury Heights Sheer white sunlight finally pierced through the cluster of crusty clouds as Mike took his seat in the blustery classroom awaiting the chime that would indicate the initiation of the day’s didactic activities. Sketching aside the papers littering his desk, the stripling student tediously balanced a pen on his forefinger, pondering upon the inner intrinsic complexities of the lead black http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2013/06/bradbury-heights-iv-unseen-persons.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-1048372520966976661Thu, 30 May 2013 02:16:00 +00002013-05-29T22:16:29.535-04:00Bradbury Heights Sheriff Humboldt, meandering afoot a stairy slope, pondering the quirking scenes of earlier this morn, could not quite keep down the strange sensation of a lurking discontinuity that accompanied him wherewithever he walked. Entering the doorway atop the stairs and depositing his satchel alongst a stiff wooden chair, the Sheriff grimaced at the sight of his turbulent troop, depleted of the http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2013/05/bradbury-heights-iii-mayoral-assertions.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-8486811502029523642Sat, 25 May 2013 15:11:00 +00002013-05-25T11:11:01.699-04:00Col. Van Haslinger GTI 43:89 – 832.3 Sector Alpha 435B; Skirmish with the Faun ‘Twas Brillig alright. When a sun-star ignites like a firepop set off by a twelve year old guinea at the Freedom Parade and you’re standing on the doorstep of a fiery inferno that will spontaneously cook eggs from over 30 parsec away then there’s not much you can do but duck and cover.  As for the Faun, they were expecting http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-memoirs-of-colonel-octavian-van.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-104053776761631572Wed, 22 May 2013 15:58:00 +00002013-05-25T11:12:23.806-04:00Bradbury Heights Spelunking didn’t quite hardly compare to such frolipherous activity as ‘twas currently engaged one Bartholomew Flavius Hughes. Whilst o’er ‘twix ‘tween a rock and a hard place, while certainly, in such literal context, was exceedingly enjoyable, Bartholomew procured a particular gleam for his present circumsituation. In the one hand he held an aluminum cylinder, ten inches long, green, with a http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2013/05/bradbury-heights-ii-froward-information.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-7643511213118399368Wed, 15 May 2013 23:26:00 +00002013-05-25T11:13:06.879-04:00Bradbury Heights Drizzle-pouring rain, a flock of tears from heaven's font, one last stretch of icy breath. Yesterday t'was such an sunlit day yet ere this morn all warmth went out in a snuff. Harriet Bowman pludged along the mud slipped path up towards the steeple of Chapel Hill. Father Fleischer would expect the strindgy pews dusted and swept a'fore this even's vigil wenx all the town (at least the more http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2013/05/bradbury-heights-i-tragic-discovery.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-1836077767109782541Sat, 11 May 2013 13:07:00 +00002013-05-11T09:08:43.829-04:00Quagzor Where off we have ‘ere reached along spot in the time line of events that demand a summation of previous passages and interweaving sutures of plot twists that mayhap the lay-reader has lost his merry way down the path towards comprehension. Thusly, it is most behooving to us to informate you of the State of the Quagzor in this story-to-date address. Not scarcely more than a threatening wave http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2013/05/quagzor-chapter-17.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-4225468827223852202Wed, 08 May 2013 18:23:00 +00002013-05-25T11:15:05.136-04:00Bradbury Heights Danceling along down the way went little Missy May, Skip-waltzing through fields of grass grown tall. Sheer summer song of soul felt joy breaking free from its ice long slumber, t'was the dream of little Missy May to dance and sing. And as her heart leapt o'er stone and log her feet could scarcely keep time. Far down the path from Chapel Hill, through the light strung woods along sweet waters http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2013/05/bradbury-heights.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)0Bradbury, Middleport, OH 45760, USA39.0095225 -82.0668087999999938.9848465 -82.107149299999989 39.0341985 -82.026468299999991tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-7682393353670544461Tue, 07 May 2013 19:32:00 +00002013-05-07T15:37:15.077-04:00Official StatementSoweth the tyme along before the waves have rolled a-far-ways south for the winter and yet again return for the newly arised summer sun. And so it be for the ones that we once loved have returned from afar off land and now hath settled round yonder bend, awaiting again the distant song that spewed forth alongst the Whisperly Winds, fiddling around the eager bushels of egg-thumps and leafy greens,http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2013/05/whisperly-in-willow-winds.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-8582030172555714320Tue, 15 Dec 2009 05:07:00 +00002009-12-15T00:07:23.934-05:00Quagzor                OH she had hair of the finest multicolored dreamcoat you ever did seen and eyes like hazelnuts beyond measure and the fiery color of a sunsetting sky speckled with that of peppercorns all hither and thither about. Was not that just so marvelous a sight to mine eyes than any other had come uponx them in a relatively large portion of http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/quagzor-chapter-16.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-4820481582009453759Fri, 11 Dec 2009 19:22:00 +00002009-12-11T14:22:49.706-05:00The DukeThe Kathreoul towered over Dallen and swung his oblique cudgel clumsily in a downward arc that splinter a fruit stand to dust and fragments of wood. Pulp shrapnel showered Dallen as he scrambled to the side of the road, but the Kathreoul was relentless. With one step of his giant gait it was upon Dallen again swinging his bludgeon into the upper portion of the building Dallen was seeking refuge http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/duke-chapter-4.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-6639712453316351655Thu, 10 Dec 2009 23:26:00 +00002009-12-10T18:26:02.188-05:00Quagzor                Forsoothé and so it was that now whence we did travel yonder outward from the great Fairey Forest withé Fairey Queen’s blessings uponx our heads and inside our bosoms then it was there we set forth across the golden plainfields of the Ariendoul. More mostly grassy which was in late fall season now then would be in the harshest of http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/quagzor-chapter-15.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-7148907893100883163Wed, 09 Dec 2009 20:58:00 +00002009-12-09T15:58:56.592-05:00Hoble-JobbUno Day Hoble-Jobb took a walk that made him go down to the sparkling gup-puddle. Thar a magickal Fairey tolded him to’er make a Home and give it the name which it most would sound better than anything else. That name is and was and will be forever is Hoble-Jobb’s Home of the Death. The Second Paragraph                 Ithttp://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/hoble-jobbs-home-of-death.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-7409749888819261668Tue, 08 Dec 2009 20:51:00 +00002009-12-08T15:51:21.965-05:00DerekWhen Derek pulled the colorful brown and green cloak from his shoulders in a swirling pinwheel blur the onlookers stood entranced. They had never seen one such as the towering man with his pouches and sacks full of tools and trinkets gathered from the many lands of his travels and explorations (not to mention exploitations). Nevertheless he seemed unamused by their bewildered expressions and http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/derek-wanderer-2.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-200400587031315651Mon, 07 Dec 2009 17:53:00 +00002009-12-07T18:22:28.945-05:00FaronKip flicked a bark chip at Rudyard. Several of them now littered the mans red beard as he snored on his sleeping mat. The beard also had pine needles, dirt, an ant, and some twigs in it. He flipped another one at the large man and sucked in a breath as it hit his cheek. Rudyard made a choking, snorting noise and awoke with a start. He went crosseyed as he noticed more in his beard that he http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/faron.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Renae)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-5840919473691960509Mon, 07 Dec 2009 09:05:00 +00002009-12-07T04:05:56.890-05:00QuagzorNow withé one swift sweeping gesture as to what would make a normal man being bow low like subservient daffodil flower plant to the eastern winds on Mount Blumpet blown clear o’er the rollingly tall grass Plains of Tash’ierm, yellowed with the seasons blight, and down through Valley Brusslemore till it reached he Forest werewhich now we stood and were tipped forward. Arose she did the Queen http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/quagzor-chapter-14.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-3512422716152011912Sun, 06 Dec 2009 07:26:00 +00002009-12-06T02:26:49.292-05:00QuagzorA little Bizerwonk did make flighty path beneath our booted foots yet darted sideways with a weebly wooble to ensure its squisehedness was not taken upon its self. For this was the Fairey Grove,  Not one but twove. And uponx thee willows was wove, A glaring shimmering cove. Wherewithall thee might didst flee, As were now were safe from we. Yet thar on Gammon’s Bane, Shinned the gleaming http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/quagzor-chapter-13.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-28693672008911743Fri, 04 Dec 2009 22:07:00 +00002009-12-04T17:07:22.625-05:00The Duke               Upon the high cliffs overlooking the Sea of Serpents on the one hand and Callahan’s Harbor on the other sat a grim castle fortress with lengthily extending towers piercing the clouded grey skies. Ships of all size and shape bustled about in the congested waters even still on this gloomy day for there was much harvesting and trade to be done http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/duke-chapter-3.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sean Troy)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1580965794969348767.post-5268017909412070833Fri, 04 Dec 2009 03:47:00 +00002009-12-03T22:50:27.249-05:00Faron I'm writing this story for my lil bro cuz hes out of stuff to read. Sean insists I post it so here ya go. Enjoy!  “Beet mulch” Faron muttered as his gaze roiled over the cell room to the bars, then through the bars and around the small, sparsely furnished but orderly room. They found their rest on a spindly man reclining in a wooden chair adjacent a thick oak desk.  “What http://epiqwest.blogspot.com/2009/12/intro-to-brobook.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Renae)0