Sheet of Flame

I think I figured out the best way to do this. Just make a "blog" post when I upload a new story, but upload it as a "page." Man, it's like I'm intelligent or something. Will probably be going through and redoing all the old content this way. EDITED: You can now find this story under the Bibliography tab up top. - Bishop

An older story, one of the first I wrote, and obviously something of a fan fiction. I'm slowly dredging up my online writing from the past five years, so it could take some time to post it all. I'm also trying to figure out exactly how many words need to be in this opening so that my story doesn't show up here. Pretty difficult to find out, actually. ...

Over the next week, I will be adding more content. Most of this is going to be old content, as everything before this was. However, I will make sure to note what is new and what is not, and what is merely a different version of another. Happiness is writing for nobody but yourself. - Bishop

Cloudy I remember it was cloudy And the sky a dreary gray The sun grew black and distant As if it could not stay Retreated past the point Of which I cannot see Taking with my happiness So only lonely could I be Autumn slowly changes Into the cold dark night Death all around us In colours vast and bright Deepest red to auburn brown Light yellow also too Fading like so many things To reappear anew Barrens branches without Snow upon them still Waiting for that ...

I swerve out of the way, just barely missing him, and later I would think that he must’ve walked in front of me. A stream of cars pass by, swerving away from me this time, as I’ve managed to stop halfway between lanes. He comes up on the right of my car, all smiles, and apologizes as best he can in the storm. It’s a slight grin and ...

“I’m not so sure about this, man.” “Your first bust?” “Yeah.” “Listen, Mack, it’s really not that hard. You walk up to the guy, act casual, and just ask.” “Yeah, but what if he knows?” “What if he knows what?” “What if he catches on?” “You think we would have gotten this far if they’d even had an inkling?” “I guess not… Still. Meeting out here is kind of creepy.” “Them’s the breaks, kiddo. Just the kind ...

Tuesday, Dec. 19, 2006 I’m so tired lately. Not really sure why. I guess it could be all the pounding from Aberman’s upstairs. I think he’s a sculptor or something. Watched Fight Club again today. I remember how I used to love the book. I wonder if I still have it. Edward Norton is quite possibly my favorite actor. Brad Pitt adds to it, I guess, but Edward Norton ...

The funeral was a quiet affair. Jeremy showed up early, but left as soon as he could. The arrangements were handled by Greg’s insurance company, as his parents couldn’t be located. There were seven people there when they buried him. Of the seven, three were part of the funeral parlor’s staff. The undertaker, the man he had hired to dig graves and the priest. One of them was from ...

“Just clockin’ in, Doc,” he says a little hesitantly. “Think I might be able to get a little something extra this time?” Gregory Faunt is an addict. Everyone at the clinic is an addict, or a doctor. The distinction is a fine line, or at least Dr. Romans thinks so. Dr. Romans is the newest addition to the clinical staff but he thinks he has it all figured out. “You know ...

Judge me all you like, but it feels good. At least I’m not stupid. I don’t share my needles with anyone else, even when I really need it. Also, I haven’t actually done any heroin in at least six months. Give or take a couple weeks. I’m on the methadone train. Government regulated drugs. Addicted to smack? Your good buddy Uncle Sam is there to provide you with ...