Daniel Andrawis
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The Allure of Lights Submerged from View
A woman walked below the murky waters of the pier. I could hardly see her through the waves – such a deep green that they were almost black in the night – as they slapped furiously against the supports that kept me from those depths. The angry surge shook my ground of rotting wood, but I hardly blinked, my feet fixed like roots as if my whole being began, grew, and proceeded here. For I hardly noticed anything beyond that woman, who walked at beneath the murky waters of the pier, as if it was the air that I then remained static in.
By Daniel Andrawis4 years ago in Fiction
Memories Fill the Barn Walls
Old Man Brumby hobbled into the family barn, leaving three-footed tracks. One each from his aching foot, wooden peg-leg, and splintered cane, in the damp dirt and straw. His limp-featured face which resembled a wax likeness of a younger man left to melt in a windowless room, tilted upwards to inhale the stale air. Without turning, without so much as looking, Old Man Brumby saw the whole inside of the barn. His battlefield, bunker and abode.
By Daniel Andrawis5 years ago in Fiction
The Parochialism of Dystopia
I. How Humanity Arrived at the Present I begin this retrospect in the custom of my Modernity: by naming things what they are. That is, to plainly say what is meant. The unraveling of twenty-one centuries’ development shrunk and fit neatly into a little timeline, all to save my rheumatic fingers a bit of scribbling. Along this timeline we will, plainly stated, observe the old world order, what we call “The Old World” and its order; we will see it completely overthrown. Just as we call the people of The Old World “Oldies,” our thinking is plainly stated. The events on this timeline have been plainly titled and briefly summarized. Keep in mind the overlap. The demise of that past life was borne from many dynamic parts. Note that the below dates are suffixed by “bf.” refers to events occurring before flood. At the time of my writing, it is the New World, specifically the year 25.
By Daniel Andrawis5 years ago in Fiction
