Dan-O Vizzini
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Has anyone else just been making it up as they go along? Have you gotten so far from where you started that finding your way back seems impossible?
Well— reach.
Power when exercised properly is a beautiful thing.
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Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies
Everyone knows writers are insomniacs, and insomniacs love their nighttime snacks. After all... a cup of warm milk is a lot better when accompanied with a warm chocolatey treat running down your throat and settling into your stomach, giving you that sensational feeling of completion.
By Dan-O Vizzini7 years ago in Feast
Inferno (Ch. 9)
It's not like I thought it would be here. Actually–it's significantly colder than I imagined. The portal dropped us off in a desert of snow and icy winds. Over there! Four pyramids, each one larger than the one before it. Tilly doesn't even seem to flinch at the butchering winds as we trek forward. I try my best to keep up without complaint.
By Dan-O Vizzini7 years ago in Futurism
Svadhishthana (Ch. 7)
I open my eyes to a city whose grandeur perfectly reflects the mundanity of Angele Emerald. The tallest building is the water tower, which is buckling under its own age. "Where are we?" I notice I'm standing in Natarajasana. I straighten myself, dropping my shoulders.
By Dan-O Vizzini7 years ago in Futurism
Anahata (Ch. 5)
As I sit here, stitching up my side with a rusted needle and old thread, I can't help but think about the words of Shaman, my mentor. She always said that we only get one soul and that many people spend their lives focusing on their bodies while neglecting their souls. I never really understood what she meant until now, as I find myself trapped in this foreign body, struggling to maintain my sense of self.
By Dan-O Vizzini7 years ago in Futurism
Anja (Ch. 3)
In an unfamiliar realm, the landscape stretched endlessly, punctuated only by the vibrant hue of an amethyst sun. Amaranth’s voice, filled with surprise and a tinge of fear, broke through the otherworldly serenity. "This isn't home!" She pressed her fingers into the soft grass beneath them, as if the tangibility of the blades could offer some comfort.
By Dan-O Vizzini7 years ago in Futurism
Sahasrara (Ch. 2)
Emerald High School was alive with post-school chatter and the rattle of lockers being closed for the day. Students in various stages of extracurricular activities spilled from classrooms, filling the hallways with the symphony of teenage life. Amidst them was Adrien, his mind preoccupied, barely noticing the excited hum around him.
By Dan-O Vizzini7 years ago in Futurism
