Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)
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Since 1991, this compassionate writer has grown through much adversity in life. One day it will culminate on his final day on Earth, but until then, we learn something new every day and we all have something to offer to others as well.
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As A Shadow Thickens
It’s difficult for us to remember a time before things were controlled. Sacha says all the books are lies and there never was such a time; bots were always and will always be the steady rhythm of life. I don’t mind either way. I’m glad I have spent my twenty-five years here fully. Then, for my next twenty-five, maybe I’ll just enjoy things. Sacha says our passwords are really just a compliance measure for our continued admittance in the world; he says a lot of weird things.
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)3 years ago in Fiction
His Gentle Symphony
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Sven, the caretaker for the Barkson’s estate, had just walked up to the stairs and noticed the glimmer to his left; twilight made it difficult to ascertain until he was upon it.
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)4 years ago in Horror
Rise of a Witness in the Dark
The vantage point from this particular tree limb provides an excellent purview of events. The perfect place to ascertain that the results were ostensibly foreseen the moment they all arrived. It never ends well when they meet like this.
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)4 years ago in Fiction
This Is Why I Laugh At You
I have learned from some of the best. Not all of the best, might I point out. Some of the greats hold out on sharing anything at all with those outside of their close circles. Of course, those circles remain small, and it is never in one’s best interest to be a part of that group; you’re sure to end up prematurely dead.
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)4 years ago in Psyche
Eternity
Even though Joyce had been dead and buried for nearly seven months now, the ache of loss worsened as the wounds were being ripped open, the rawness picked at by ongoing suffering. The same mourners who had been here starting the new year with that burial, found themselves having returned to her grave, standing around the freshly dug hole where her husband was being buried beside her.
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)4 years ago in Fiction
Suicidal Minds: The Societal Associations and Moral Dilemmas
‘If I don’t get an ‘A’ on this paper I’m gonna kill myself.’ That’s what someone might say, not necessarily as a joke, but to express how they feel the level of importance the consequence of the situation is. But in reality, they aren’t going to go down a bottle of pills, or get a gun and shoot themselves or even go jump off a bridge. Instead, they might heave and sigh, maybe even cry, but I can guarantee that they aren’t going to go and off themselves. But what about that kid, over in the corner, he seems alright, ‘normal’, but every day, or maybe just a couple times a week, he truly thinks about suicide. The important fact isn’t how often, it’s that he truly feels that this is a thought worth considering, and it’s not just some passing phrase. For him, it’s the truth.
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)4 years ago in Psyche
