By tobyscales on February 1, 2012
The sad old demon sat in the corner of the elevator hunched over his knees, face in hands. Thick leathery skin, no longer the vibrant red of youth but purplish with age. His wings twitched and closed around him, their fine silk shredded now by the arrows of countless do-gooders. Across from him, his charge [...]
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By tobyscales on January 18, 2012
I regarded my father from across the table – his moist, soft eyes deep-set among the folds of skin dripping from his high forehead. I had watched his eyes retreat beneath these folds and his forehead stretch into a vast expanse of pale flesh since I was a child, and studying both now (mottled freckles [...]
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By tobyscales on December 14, 2011
Wandering Tompkins Square is the start of another day – the smell of urine clean and sharp in the morning, a brisk accompaniment to the slowly-waking pace of life around me: a wearied trash-collector stoops to his undignified task and will not meet my eyes as I pass. Everywhere the excesses of last night are [...]
Posted in My Work, Periodic Rambling, Short Stories, Wednesday Words | Tagged How To Be As Successful As I Am, Wednesday Words, Writer's Block
