Free writings of all varieties. Expect the unexpected here. Crypto is a passion of mine but writing was a passion way before crypto came to be. I hope these words reach readers that can surrender the ties that bind them, if only for a minute or two.
27 Jun 2022 1 minute read 0 comments NickytheClone
The beach is a place where one can thrive on meditating on mortality. First off, looking at the ocean gives you a view of something so very expansive. It seems infinite. The horizon calls you to it. If youve never looked at the vast oce...
9 Jun 2022 2 minute read 0 comments NickytheClone
The streets had gone dry. Droughts like this were worse than the Dust Bowl. And just like in the 30's, here we were two "Arkies" that would drive to hell and back for a little work. Only we wouldn't work with it. We just played around wit...
1 Jun 2022 1 minute read 2 comments NickytheClone
You aren't the only one with guilt. You aren't the only one that has gotten quieter these days. You aren't the only one that has found the dark side of the moon and basked in its hopelessness. You aren't the only one that has dangled fr...
3 May 2022 1 minute read 0 comments NickytheClone
Something that made it worthwhile were the foxes we would see in the streets. If we made it past the whores we saw on 3rd Street, unscathed we were basically home free. So we would celebrate with two or three bottles of the driest, most fa...
4 Mar 2022 6 minute read 0 comments NickytheClone
The snow flurries had just started coming down when Becker entered The Schlecter Tavern on the northwest side of Bondorff. Bondorff is a sleepy town deep in the southwest reaches of The Black Forest in southwest Germany. There were only two me...
28 Feb 2022 1 minute read 0 comments NickytheClone
It was the reason we left the streets behind. They werent my friend. Streets took your peace of mind and a few of your teeth too. We couldn't keep pace with it. It whirled past us and took everything from under us right before we would reach...
24 Feb 2022 1 minute read 0 comments NickytheClone
I cut my chin on the coral at the end of a run of undertow. The salt blitzed my blood and my eyes shifted focus back toward the beech. What horrible timing. Flags were raised on the shore, indicating the presence of predators. I waded towards h...
18 Feb 2022 3 minute read 0 comments NickytheClone
If he needed firewood, he went and got it. It was his custom for over ten years. He lived quietly by himself on a few acres in Macdoel. He housed a few mares, and if the neighbors' stock came to his land, fuck it, he wasn't eating the yard. ...
17 Feb 2022 1 minute read 2 comments NickytheClone
When he finally stood face to face with Shasta, he fell upon his knees. He wept, as if the tears would relieve the wrinkles that had come to him under the summer sun of the west. He could relinquish his claim in the north. He could relinquish...
16 Feb 2022 2 minute read 0 comments NickytheClone
When his cartridges ran out, he holstered the revolver. He didn't have time to react when he burned his hip in the process. He was saddled and full-stride north, the gelding beneath him responding as if he knew the man's intentions before...
