Avery Stone

The South air blew across the still river, carting with it, the defined smell of salt. Close to freezing to death, Snowy walked along hurriedly across Milton Bridge, which was built of stones. Others would have found it odd, a stone bridge built in the middle of a city, of which everything was built so stylishly, that no one seemed to cross the bridge, and instead chose to avoided it. Many people thought of as a statue, only there to impress tourist. But that wasn't why Milton Bridge was never used, or never used by   humans.  It was simply because of its magical use. It was a portal into a world in which was unknown to many. As Snowy passed, a young boy on a bike he hit an invisible wall and slipped through a door. The force, left the young boy on the bike stunned, however the boy soon snapped out of his shock and kept on peddling down the last few meters of Milton Bridge, shaking he’s head and whispering something about watching too many movies. This was what it ...

My words only reach the ears of the deaf, and the eyes of the blind.  Ivy Winter

You don't sleep at night You don't sleep during the day You love firelight,  You can't stay away You miss loved ones,  You wish they could stay You play with their minds, What did they say? You don'e eat dinner You think you're an flesh eater You love to lie, You do it all the time But when someone words you wrong You step out of line You can't paint the pictures But you can read their minds  - Avery Stone 

Hither and heather this earth came to be How high hopes tend to always flee Find less passion, fear the dead crone To the sea, to the sea, we were thrown Piled up, piled up, to the bones we were For one day, these bones will be less then a memory

I don't believe in God. I don't believe he exist. I believe that when you die, when your mind and body decides it is time to go, that there is nothing there for you to go to. You simply cease to exist. Not very imaginative, I know. But I do believe that the existence of this belief is unhealthy. After all, who wants to know that after death, you become nothing? I certainly try not to think to much about it. It just leads you astray, as you start thinking everything you do becomes pointless. But I also believe that the existence of the belief is important. It's required to maintain an illusion of barriers, to keep people ruled by the knowledge that there are consequences for unjust actions, for sin and wrong doing. We cant very well govern a world if there is no set society values and standards. If people don't know where they stand, if people believe what they are doing is right when in fact it's morally wrong. No, I don't believe in a religion, but I still...

A novelist is an interpretor. He interprets the world for what it was, is and will be.  Ivy Winter