August 27, 1956 E160 Since the beginning of written history, man has been obsessed with the ending of the world. The Hebrew and Christian apocalypse myths, or The Book of Revelation and The Book of Daniel, are two of the…
Author: innowen
i was adopted. i was born into identity. i have no idea where i came from historically or ethnically. Therefore, i am a culture of myself. All the activities and chapters in my life created who i am today. i am free to select those i deem worthy of being in my family. i do not have to abide by longstanding rules or regulations. i do not have to follow in the footsteps of some long dead relative. i am a culture of myself. What i do, the things i believe in, and the rituals i make... build my identity.
i am connected to nothing at all, and deeply connected to everything around me.
i came from the earth. i am a true child of nature and spirituality. This is my gift.
Anthro 350 Exam Essay
March 9, 1997 Anth 350 Question One Languages become related when they develop near one another and have common traits in their constructions. Languages that are related share common traits in sound, grammatical structure, and spelling– and in most cases,…
The Search for Truth
April 18, 1997 Anthro 303 In humanity’s search for knowledge there are three areas in which we have yet to agree within the anthropological field of study. These areas being the concepts of religion, magic, and myth. There are so…
True Nature
The heavy scent of pine perfumes the air. It is dusk, and after two hours of heavy hiking we have finally reached our campsite for the evening. Setting my gear down, I relax and survey the surroundings. Hidden in a…
Taking Out the Trash
Late night craving can be a bitch, Jordan Freelander thought. Not only do they spoil a fun night out but I gotta find food. And at this late, it’s gonna be rough. It was then that Jordan spotted the old,…
Torn in Flames
The flame is lit, and the candle burns a bright yellow. This is to be the last entry in this chapter of my life. There is nothing else left for me to say; but to end it this way. I…
The Bag
The trees bloomed on 23rd street. The air hung thick with the smell of flowers, coffee and burning wood from fireplaces. The sun was not out, hiding between clouds. It was a beautiful foggy day, the perfect beginnings of an…
Shattered Letters
A song in the background sings, I only have eyes for you. “Burt, you called out ‘Kelli’ last night while we made love. Chirped her name softly as if you didn’t realize it. Does what I say pique your interest?…
Touched
Touched was written in 2003 as my NaNoWriMo entry. I used to publish the entire drafts of my works to the site but as I’m editing to get them published, I’ve pulled the stories down. Instead I am offering downloads…
Ramblings.3
Still silence ring breaks the tie that binds the wrists sleep blood pumps towards new lyfe future holds no good, no bad people-ants trying to get by make a living live money clouds overhead rain sizzles flameout scratches flesh beating…