Timothy Ross

Joined March 2021

2 stories

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musician, artist, writer and general enthusiast. find me in the sun by a body of water. “Oleander” in loving memory of Conor.

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Vacant Garden
Looking below, I saw nothing but shadow when their forms emerged from within it, spinning and spiraling around each other as they slowly plunged into the void below, flashes of light illuminating the mist, their black cloaks billowing and gleaming as they descended further and further downward towards the earth as if children descending a tower. Layers of stars spun in dance around them like gears of a clock. The cry had been heard. The Cities rejoiced and danced.
By Timothy Ross5 years ago in Fiction
Oleander
My knees hit the snow; a thousand fractured moments catch up at once, and converge inside my field of vision. They spiral out my torso, then circle back in all directions, pulsing with blind force like lightning through prisms frozen in time.
By Timothy Ross5 years ago in Humans