They are very good at playing.
They exist in the liminal spaces, where the world holds its breath between moments. You don’t see them, not truly, but you feel their touch. They are the unseen artists, …
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Mastering the Cobra Grip, The Confusion of the Snake’s Prickles
The chalk dust hung in the air, a phantom mist over the bouldering gym. Elara, forearms screaming, glared at the hold. It was deceptively small, a mere crimp of synthetic …
Mastering the Cobra Grip, The Confusion of the Snake’s Prickles Read MoreZebra Crossing
Stark against the asphalt’s utilitarian grey, a binary heartbeat on the city’s pulse, I lie. More than mere paint, more than just a set of instructions, I am the Zebra …
Zebra Crossing Read MoreTarpons Almost Fed A Bigger Buffet
The late afternoon sun, a bruised plum against the horizon, painted the shallows of the Florida Keys estuary in hues of gold and rose. Beneath its fading warmth, a school …
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The forest floor was a tapestry of decay and new growth, a rich, earthy scent rising from the leaf litter. Sunlight, fractured by the dense canopy, dappled the path ahead …
The attack and bite of the snake Read MoreKomodo Dragon vs. King Cobra.
The sun hung like a molten coin above the scorched earth, baking the sparse, rust-colored savanna of the “Sunderlands”—a narrow, treacherous strip of land where two primal worlds collided. To …
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