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By Emmanuel Williams August 10, 2026 * Is one always this tense on the eve of his fortune Invariably tossed betwixt odd things that please Expecting improvement, a wave from the ocean The energy set in, potent, and lean In the storm of expectance and uncomely pain Sat still in his dwelling, a nightbird twixt…
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The Impatient Sonnet
By Emmanuel Williams August 10, 2026 * Is one always this tense on the eve of his fortune Invariably tossed betwixt odd things that please Expecting improvement, a wave from the ocean The energy set in, potent, and lean In the storm of expectance and uncomely pain Sat still in his dwelling, a nightbird twixt…
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Excerpt From “Madison Hollow”
By Emmanuel Williams July 26, 2026 * From Chapter Two: “Roy drew himself a bath as the darkness of the heavens breached the marble balcony, the floor, the carpet, and swept over the couch, spreading into the bathroom where he sat soaking. Sadness sagging his eyelids and creasing up his forehead. Memories kept flooding his…
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The Dragon/The Maiden
By Emmanuel Williams July 17, 2026 This one I drew two nights ago after my first ever spliff of tobacco and Blockberry strain cannabis. It started out as a five point star drawn with a continuous line and then it morphed into the maiden, with the demon on the left being a complete unconscious scribble…
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Faces
By Emmanuel Williams July 17, 2026 I drew this on my white board not too long ago. I can’t describe the mood I was in but I was completely sober, but probably a tad frustrated by the time I picked up the marker. I do know it took less than 20 minutes to complete as…
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The Battle at Worland Wall
By Emmanuel Williams July 12, 2026 * JEROD Jerod strolled slowly atop the wall that separated two lands. To his left, an entirely female village of witches called Witchland. To his right, his own land of all-male warlocks, called Worland. Closer at his right strode a young boy, whom he had taken under his wing…
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America: Still Kicking Ass at 250
By Emmanuel Williams July 4, 2026 * Here we are, 250 years since we became an independent nation from the British empire. And you know what? We are still self-reliant. We are young, we are fun, we are bold, and we are brave, despite our nation’s age. We grew this way. Our children are growing…
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The Horse and The Fire
By Emmanuel Williams Once upon a time, in a cabin deep into the warm mountains, lived a woman just outside a quiet town. She wore a black dress tied at the waist, and buckled with gold. She wore black, gold buckled, leather shoes at her feet which were covered in white socks. She wore a…
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Vignette: “The Task”
“The Task” By Emmanuel Williams June 26, 2026 * There isn’t a task I wanted to endure least. Here I sit, a half a cup of whiskey left in my worn right hand, and ash growing softly between my other fingers. The truck delivering the mail was already 30 feet gone from the white picket…
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Dead Already
By Emmanuel Williams June 6, 2026 * And I find myself In the middle of the night Playing far better strings Than I ever used to * I find myself On the porch Living the dream I’m afraid she’s not in it * But she isn’t leaving And I’m not bowing out Don’t get me…
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Thanks For The Liberty
* By Emmanuel Williams May 25, 2026 * Dear fallen heroes of the United States Armed Forces, Thank you for the Liberty. * Thank you for soft green mornings For daydreams uninterrupted Thank you for American birdsong And the parade of fashion’s angels * I would thank you for peaceful classrooms But that’s up to…
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To Earth
* By Emmanuel Williams May 24, 2026 * I don’t believe this. I come in to work and there’s already puke in six cabs. You know who has to clean this up? Me. Every alien in the Surloch system uses these interplanetary roller coasters and they don’t know how mich this socks because none of…
