I'm bad at giving gifts. I'm supposed to know what people want, but if they want it so badly, why don't they buy it? Of course, you don't pay for a gift, unless your child gives it to you. Anyways, if someone's well-off, you have to give them something that you think they'd want, but … Continue reading The Discoveries of Peter Bloom: Raspberry Pi, Twin Siblings, and Nasal Trauma
Greetings, internet, welcome to my blog! My name is Peter C. Bloom. By day, I am an odd child. I do not talk much to others, nor do they talk to me. I get good grades, though. In any case, I have had plenty of company in my work. By work, I mean my research … Continue reading The Discoveries of Peter Bloom: Introduction
He couldn’t think of any way to identify this place. It wasn’t small, that much was true. It wasn’t large either. It wasn’t ugly, but it wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t hot, but it wasn’t cold. It wasn’t barren, nor was it verdant. It wasn’t dark, nor was it bright. There were no people, that much … Continue reading The Empty
I hate it, but due to a number of factors, I don't believe I can find the time to upload for the next week. These include academic work, creative work, academic creative work, and the Thanksgiving season. I will upload something tomorrow, but that'll be it until December. My apologies, and happy Thanksgiving.
He found a cliff and leapt off, grabbing an updraft and curving it towards the Tomb. He didn’t know exactly what he was going to see there, but he knew that it he’d probably not encounter anything good. Ossus the Tyrant had been quite powerful even without his vast resources and army. It was even … Continue reading The Tomb of the Tyrant: Part 2
He ran on the wind. The wind was high and powerful, the sort that most people simply mounted and rode, but not Elmond. Elmond was a daredevil, always was, always would be, and he was getting more than his share of adrenaline as he ran today. Running across the wind, over the clouds, he soared … Continue reading The Tomb of the Tyrant
I heard several voices around me, all of them only slightly different from each other. All of them said similar things, all so similar, and yet so different from each other. All of the things they said were such logical progressions from the last word spoken, but each of them seemed to have their own … Continue reading Stereo