Leon Warczak
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Dreamer of Dreams
Teller of Tales
Stories (17/0)
- Top Story - August 2022
The Wonderland ExpressTop Story - August 2022
Part I The unmistakable trademark roar of a train rang out from somewhere deep underground as the absolute beast of machinery barreled down a set of tracks, the noise easily permeating into each and every connecting car along for the ride. At his usual position inside the very front compartment stood one man who stared ahead through the glass windows despite seeing an absence of anything new or exciting lurking in the surrounding scenery.
By Leon Warczak 2 years ago in Fiction
My Experience with the Rick Simpson Oil
If your first thought after reading the title is: who or what is Rick Simpson and why do I care? Proceed ahead for you are not alone. The following is an introduction and reflection about my experiences with cannabis and specifically a product called the Rick Simpson Oil (RSO).
By Leon Warczak 2 years ago in Potent
It's About that Time, eh?
"Lil Wayne"... And One Day... "Me" I don't think I'm better than anybody personally I don't think I'm better than anybody spiritually I don't think I'm better than anybody in any way or form or fashion But as far as this writing thing... I think I am better than everybody I'm a competitor I hope everybody else feels the same way about their craft If you do, it makes it better for the people It makes it better for the audience, dawg So if you're reading this and you wanna see someone that's dedicated to what they do I'm so dedicated I feel I'm the best And that's that
By Leon Warczak 2 years ago in Poets
A Fool Named Jinn
Verse I The Fool climbed the last steps of the Tower and arrived at the final door. It loomed ominously at the end of a short passageway, beckoning him to take his last remaining steps forward into its gaping jaws. As if on cue with his arrival, the heavy stone door split in half and rumbled open, shaking off loose dirt and dust accumulated from nearly an eternity resting in its closed position. He stood still momentarily, one foot on the landing and one foot still on the last step of a grueling, twisting and turning staircase. A loud roar from inside the door reverberated through the hallway along with a powerful gust of wind and fog so thick he reflexively reached out to cover his eyes with his arm. Smoky tendrils in the shapes of disfigured looking hands and arms pulled at his ankles. His arms. His body. But they held no physical form and therefore applied no force in which to yank him through the door.
By Leon Warczak 2 years ago in Fiction