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Ciaran Clay
Bio
short stories and novels
Stories (6/0)
“That’s Just The Wave”
“The number one contributor to climate change is greed.” - CC There is an inversion to every aspect of life. Represented by the yin and yang. The wave that divides the Light from the Dark of the ancient Chinese symbol, is balance. Like all things in life the inanimate symbol is a concept of dynamics. That wave of division, the balance presents the solutions to the push and pull mechanics between the contrasting effects between the Light and the Dark.
By Ciaran Clay3 years ago in Earth
𝕻𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝕲𝖆𝖙𝖊
Written: Ciaran Clay The 1999 Crown Vitoria sedan dominated the driveway turning with a slow crawl. The mob of media fixed their attention on the Palmer residence gate. When there is a narrative as complex as the one Detective Cordero was summoned to investigate. There was a liability for anyone in proximity between the reporter and their bleeding lead. The overactive imagination of reporters was something Detective Cordero had no patience for, he could not stand the immature hysteria of the need to report other people’s tragedies.
By Ciaran Clay3 years ago in Horror
𝕷𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖊𝖍𝕿 𝖙𝖊𝖊𝕸 𝕴 𝖞𝖆𝖉 𝖊𝖍𝕿
lived eht teem ! yad ehT Every day until conclusion there is a curfew in place by the mayor. A murderer has been on a spree for a week. A regional manhunt is amongst the community. The streets were consumed by military vehicles, harboring out of shape police, busting the stich of their navy seal tactical gear. Cadaver dogs sniffing the streets for the assured string of daily victims. Every day the suburb of what is stereotyped as white America. Now occupied with more Chinese and Indians, dot, not scalps. I hated living anywhere else but this expanding suburb. Most of my passion for this city came from how disconnected stereotypes remained. As a photographer for the local police coroner. I knew most of the lead homicide detectives and Drug task force agents by first hand. I even sat at many family dinners with the later, alike some observational respects between mafia hierarchy. Each had stories of each other like they were Francis or Brando. I enjoyed being the Rickles of these dinners. I made people smile with every photo. Alike the families I took photos, the polar opposite of my reality was the grim realities of my profession.
By Ciaran Clay3 years ago in Horror