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The Summer Man by K P William Cheng Surreal and susceptible. [446 words]
The Diary Of Walter Chan Part Two by K P William Cheng More Adventure and emotional troubles for the cute Chinese guy... the witty W... [8,649 words]
Coffee At Starbucks by Sunny Another twisted tale involving your favorite superhero's, Nullman and Superman. [1,188 words]
Angel Turns Pro by Lawrence Peters A Paranormal Parable. [472 words]
The Fate Machine by Darcy K Metz This is a story about a desperate man who finds a way to take control of his own fate. Or does... [1,157 words]
Poisoned Seed by Nitro A rough draft of a new work. Feedback and suggestions would be appreciated, and I will continue t... [810 words]
God Moth by Matt Tracy A look at the perspectives we take on things; and God. The question of who God is is a major focus of ... [1,390 words]
An Unhealthy Case Of Paranoia by Glen Pearson After taking some acid, a night on the beers is the last thing Pete wants. Larry'... [2,668 words]
A Story About Music by Luis Carlos Silva/Lyn It's kind of a fairy tale. It compares the impressions whe have when we listen to music to ... [1,185 words]
The Sun Ray Hit His Eyes by K P William Cheng Marriage, obligation, deceit, homosexuality, the cruelty of seeing the truth... [2,462 words]
The Blindfold by Danny I. Spitler A couple decides to meet in an most unusual and erotic manner. [1,679 words]
Joe And His Cat by Mark Herner A young college student finds a way to make money and acquaintances, to the amazement of his fr... [3,083 words]
Learning To Heel by Rekha Ambardar A mainstream (humorous) short story. [1,930 words]
Vanquished by Crazy Clown Death, Revenge, Death. Misery has gone full circle. [894 words]
The Test by Crazy Clown My first publishing-worthy (at least I hope) short story, on the topic of what religion is, was, and w... [1,118 words]
The Steel Circle by Steven K Mitchell Combat unto death! [3,053 words]
The Slapper by Glen Pearson A geezer unflatteringly describes his encounter with a member of the opposite sex after having one ... [1,350 words]
The Sisters: Chaper 1 by R. Nonny This is a story I wrote that takes place in a medeival time period in another world. [743 words]
The Muse Keeps On
T. S., I Remember by Jenny Mercer Haunted pictures? Do you have one? [802 words]
Shaman by Randy Guess A young warrior comes to a wise old shaman, on his deathbed, seeking the path to Sister Wisdom and all s... [653 words]
Journey To Xzorath by Steven K Mitchell A dark Shaman finds what he seeks... [1,739 words]
Harbor Light Mission by Randy Guess Account of a night and morning spent at Salvation Army's Harbor Light Mission for men in H... [3,374 words]
Grim by Arcanum Weird. [442 words]
Water Festival In Thailand by Danny I. Spitler In Thailand, the "land of smiles," one of the wildest and happiest celebrations is S... [1,701 words]
Waiting... by Lawrence Peters - [249 words]
The Monster Of Vangor by Nancy F. Carlson Please tell me if this is any god dog good? [1,535 words]
The Letters by Shawna Benson Katherine receives a letter from the man of her dreams... [1,514 words]
The Forest Elf by John Shade A man meets a forest elf [1,290 words]
The Absolution Of Margaret by Richard Koss A story about life in the confessional booth of a Catholic church. [549 words]
Streetlights by Annie Van Dalsem A young homeless woman, a former UC Berkeley student, chronicles 48 hours in her life on the Berke... [15,749 words]
Please Sir by Paula M Shackleford This is the first three chapters of a story I am trying to write, a sort of bonkbuster-cum-comedy ab... [12,851 words]
Letting Go by Paula M Shackleford A guy who has broke up with his girlfriend is writing her a letter to explain his actions. [1,264 words]
Blue Run At Telluride by Danny I. Spitler The author tests his nerve and his resolve in a challenging duel with a ski slope. [1,770 words]
Almost There by Paula M Shackleford An engaged girl runs into an old crush who once humiliated her, and is horrified to find herself s... [2,520 words]
A Story Problem by Kathleen Quigley A story written for Literature class that was almost true, but greatly exaggerated. [1,070 words]
Wrong, Wrong, Wrong! by Crazy Clown When did being almost right, but still showing inderstanding of the question, be considere... [566 words]
Wormshither by Tony Seljuk a story of a boy and his love interest. typical fodder [456 words]
The Journal by John Christopher Cook - [3,980 words]
The Insane Ramblings Of A Complete Idiot by Crazy Clown An essay on the insane ramblings of a complete idiot. Written by a com... [1,090 words]
That's Ratings Suicide! by Tcn A satiric story done on one cynical night. [545 words]
Net by Barbara Villarreal Walking through the internet. [1,486 words]
"Even In Light, May Appear Shadow" by Stoneheart Don't you just love how life can reach around and hit you square in the butt... [674 words]
Untitled by Mary Jo Javier - [250 words]
Unstable by Margaret Li A short story about domestic violence. [1,108 words]
Tidings Of Comfort And Joy by Kathleen May “Tidings of Comfort and Joy” explores the loneliness of early adolescence and the in... [2,477 words]
The Widower by Tony Seljuk An elderly man, bored with life so much to the point where his own filthy socks are intriguing, ta... [1,990 words]
The Tree House by Steven R. Kravsow When you're a kid growing up, there are always three rules you need to remember-- look both ways... [3,691 words]
The Scissors by Glen Pearson Two lewd,crude,common geezers very graphically discuss a night of 'passion' that went awry for one... [1,297 words]
The Farnsworth Affair by Richard Koss An innocent man becomes trapped in a web of circumstance from which there is no escape. A... [5,045 words]
Reaping What You Sow by J W Wilson III - [4,031 words]
Know It? - I Wrote It by Richard Koss This is a funny, perhaps silly, outrageous story. I'm not sure of its exact origin, but ... [663 words]
Is She Playing Away? by Glen Pearson An ordinary bloke lies awake next to his girlfriend pondering over whether she's cheating ... [937 words]
Ilya's Song by Bert Paradis Narrative about profound sadness in a young child. [991 words]
Beyond The Fence by Mason Cole When a mysterious stranger wanders into a small Nebraska town, its citizens are forced to make... [6,840 words]
While The Iron's Hot by Richard Koss The story of a woman, a victim of spousal abuse, and her solution to the problem. [774 words]
Timmya The Totter And The Cave Adventure Part 1 by Rose Trimovski its a very interesting Adventure story about four kids that ... [9,800 words]
The Barn by Glen Pearson A barn offering food and comfort is not all that it seems to a hungry tramp. [1,505 words]
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Times. by John C Smith An account of orgasmic discovery? [372 words]
The Box by Mason Cole When two boys from the future cross wits with a man out of time, the world's future lies within...THE B... [5,497 words]
"An Honorable Man" by Zach Czaia A circumstantial meeting between bum and biographer that uncovers a dark secret about our co... [2,826 words]
Summers' End by John C Smith A true story about a local murder that became almost too local. [910 words]

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The Muse Keeps On
A tale of the joys and sufferings of the muse...
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Dragonball Z - Akira Toryama's Drug Trip? (Essays) An essay worthy of the label of Crazy Clown, about the sheer ludicrousnessness of Dragonball Z. [989 words] [Humor]
Some Explanation Is In Order (Essays) You might come to this title expecting a deep, philosophical, or thought-provoking story; instead, you get this! It is an explanation of my rather unique writing style, by Crazy Clown. [447 words] [Humor]
The Demented Monologue Of A Downright Imbecile (Essays) Another display of foolishness and inanity, from the one who can do them best, Crazy Clown. Requires an altered state of mind to fully enjoy. [1,246 words] [Humor]
The Insane Ramblings Of A Complete Idiot (Short Stories) An essay on the insane ramblings of a complete idiot. Written by a complete idiot. Requires an altered state of mind to properly enjoy. [1,090 words] [Humor]
The Test (Short Stories) My first publishing-worthy (at least I hope) short story, on the topic of what religion is, was, and what may become... [1,118 words] [Spiritual]
The Unfortunate Homophobe (Essays) An interspective on a homophobe who wishes he wasn't, and some ideas and opinions on homosexuality. [1,131 words] [Gay & Lesbian]
The Vaporeal Defecation Of A Mental Diarrheatic (Essays) I just had so much fun writing the other two displays of inanity that I just had to write a third. Depending on how much you like my works, this could be either wonderful or horrifying, your choice. -... [951 words] [Humor]
Vanquished (Short Stories) Death, Revenge, Death. Misery has gone full circle. [894 words] [Action]
Well, Shit (Essays) A rather... interesting essay on the worlds worst waste. Requires a unique state of mind to enjoy properly. [1,020 words] [Humor]
Wrong, Wrong, Wrong! (Short Stories) When did being almost right, but still showing inderstanding of the question, be considered completely wrong? Wouldn't it be better to be smart then to simply be able to memorize? [566 words] [Mind]
The Muse Keeps On
Crazy Clown

     Nothing was heard throughout the house but the eerie, ever-present clacking of the revered and battle-worn keyboard, save for the barely audible throbbing of a single human heart and the faint sighing of breath that were the only signs of life in anything but the hands of the solitary man, hunched over the keyboard in the flooding darkness of the night. The hands were not a part of the man, furiously soaring over the keys as if fleeing some unseen enemy, time, starkly contrasting the utterly still personage. The man gave nary a thought to sleep or rest, nor to the thought of relaxing his feverish pace for but one
second; if he dared, his entire being, his essence, would collapse and flutter away in the
breeze like some unattended and disregarded refuse on a cruel, unrelenting street. The computer, having neither a choice nor a reason to let down its master, kept up faithfully to the staccato-drumbeat of the callused and numb fingers. And so it went on, throughout the night, into the wee hours of the morning, without rest, without even a pause, the outpouring of a man's soul onto the infallible memory of his ever-present companion.
     Since the beginning of mankind as a civilization, there have been those who exhibited their being onto and into the miriad of listeners, both mortal and divine. Although it was to be doubted as to if there were any who cared enough to heed the cry for attention, it did not matter to the speaker, the muse, the poet; nay, it was the telling of the tale itself that was the divine purpose, that aspiration that has been and always will be instilled in choice individuals for all of time. It mattered not if there was a spirit, a man, a sounding board for which to exhibit their innermost dreams, beliefs, thoughts and ideas, for it was and is and always will be the releasing of the demons of the tortured mind of the muse, the thoughts and ideas that insistently course through the soul of the gifted, that is of any importance in the world of truth.
     In the disturbingly modern world, the cosmos of technology, the brittle shell that mankind has surrounded himself with that shall, as surely as the sun sets and rises, crack and reveal the true, noble and yet frail essence of man, there are as of yet alternative choices for the muse to exhibit his inner being, as demonstrated and, yes, flaunted arrogantly by the very manner that you, the prospective gem in a writer's eye, are
absorbing the notions and opinions and dreams of the muse and poet. Thus emerges the computer, the one creation that is able to, at once, explode and implode the art of writing, by giving it the wings to soar across the entire cosmos of man, and clipping those very wings by filling the world with attentive audiences that are promptly and continually fed absolute and terrible lies as to the true art of their disgustingly casual entertainment. It is truly a tragedy, to see and be forced to live in a world where the sacred expelling of one's soul has been delegated and degraded into nothing but bathroom reading material. A travesty of all the noble efforts of the great muses of history and before.
     Despite the horrifying disfigured beast modern writing, such a word that has no equal in my fevered mind for sheer disdain, has become when one compares it to the apple in the eye of the legendary, revered, and increasingly rare muse, a cherished few still carry on the noble tradition of releasing one's soul onto and into the expansive and, common in these troubled times, depressingly desolate arena of one's personal cosmos, these to be exceedingly rarely displayed for all to see in the public courtyard of the universal consciousness and to make not a fleeting, but a lasting impression on the lives
and souls of the despairingly and quaintly different extensions of mankind as a whole. These damned and blessed few can be either consigned to a troubled existence in the shadows of the collective unconscious or be forced to spend an equally troubled yet disturbingly unequal existence of fame and fortune, the unfortunate and deceptive goals for the nonexistent average personage.
     In this light we return to the muse, furiously typing his soul into the barred cage
of, and I use the word lightly, modern writing, the cage that has the glass between the bars entirely covered in unbroken and undisturbed filth, the filth of the most contagious, infective, and disease-filled plague on mankind since he began recording history; human thought, blocking his view from anything outside of the proverbial box, the limitless wonders of the unhindered imagination. The rosy fingers of Dawn stretched over the distant horizon long ago, and yet the tortured muse continues his feverish work, with nary a thought of rest, trying to capture the essence of man, his possible audience, although that is not his goal, onto the internal patterns of a man-made monstrosity to record for all eternity that he, the muse, exists.
     That is the curse and the blessing of the muse; to suffer the unbearable torture of having uncountable, immeasurable thoughts and ideas that simply refuse to surrender their hold on his overtaxed mind and sacrifice themselves to the world of the written word, and yet, contrarily, to feel the exquisite joy of lessening the colossal load of these unending messages from nothingness to nothingness, that by some twist of imagination on our creator's part, are somehow intercepted and warped by the most foolish of God's creatures, by transferring them to some other entity, whether it be another man or
emptiness itself. In this light, the muse continues pounding away, towards an impossible,
yet seemingly reaching ever nearer, final destination, the final stride into the universe of
unlimited thought, the proverbial Nirvana, Heaven, Valhalla, or maybe, just maybe, the simple joy of freedom from any thought at all.

     And the muse keeps on.

     Crazy Clown


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