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  • The Magic of the Song of Durin

    The Magic of the Song of Durin

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    You, the first-time reader of The Lord of the Rings, experience the events of the story exactly as some of its more unknowing characters do; that is, you have no idea what’s going on: there’s all this talk about destroying the One Ring, which you’ve come to understand is essentially a symbol of pure evil,…

  • Your wish becomes somebody’s command

    Your wish becomes somebody’s command

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    A dull yellow schoolbus rumbles to a halt and out comes a sole student – Mitchell Green. Without looking back, Mitchell begins his short walk home – no more than a mile. He feels the bus rumble away behind him, the vibrations pulsing through the road up through his sneakers and body. A forward swing…

  • Different

    Different

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    Everything could be done differently. In fact, everything is done differently; that’s the (beauty of the) subjective human experience. But, that’s me ignoring the question. What could I do differently? A lot of things, certainly, but many things are probably so ingrained and unconscious that they’d be extraordinarily difficult for me to do differently. Anyway,…

  • The Foranfolk

    The Foranfolk

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    A cold rain battered the inundanted little village of Foran. Its residents and families lie huddled together in their fauna-based communal homes, nearly resembling penguins, though they knew not of this. Lightning crashed, rooves leaked, and mothers hushed babies’ cries, but still the Foranfolk persisted. Spark shimmered his way into his father’s lap, and the…

  • A Surreptitiously Obtained Roll of Film (Part 2)

    A Surreptitiously Obtained Roll of Film (Part 2)

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    Part 1 Marty plunged onward into the all-consuming dark of the warehouse, his phone’s flashlight doing little but draining battery. Minute after minute passed as Marty crept foreward cautiously, hands and arms extended, careful not to trip over something or bump his head into something. In this fashion, he lost all sense of distance, direction,…

  • For the Professor

    For the Professor

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    January 3rd, and my country has invaded another and kidnapped its president. The flame of hope withers within me, and I think back to last time this happened.  This coincides with (ever-present) thoughts of rewatching Lord of the Rings. Today happens to be the Professor’s birthday, and I remember the hope the movies kindle, so…

  • Playtime

    Playtime

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    I do play in my daily life. The best evidence of this is video games, which I play to keep in touch with friends. I play saxophone and piano as well, though these sometimes can feel like chores, especially with the initial effort required to commit time to them. Writing is similar. I’m going to…