February 2012
4 posts
The Impostor
wethecompass:
Charlie starred at his tea apprehensively. He looked into the swirling brown liquid and wondered if seven sugar cubes had been too many. He was not used to drinking tea and truthfully he had not liked it the past few times Frank had prepared it for him. In fact, when Frank had called him that morning to invite him for tea and biscuits (at eight in the morning mind you, two hours...
January 2012
9 posts
Real Talk
I’d just like to share with you a very real conversation I had tonight with my oldest friend here known by his steam name, A Change of Pants.
A Change of Pants: Ur gay
Tomato Grandpa: Well
A Change of Pants: woah
Tomato Grandpa: You could have just asked
Tomato Grandpa: I would have told you
Tomato Grandpa: About how much I love dicks
A Change of Pants: cant excape the crushing grip...
wethecompass:
This is not a story. There is no plot and it goes nowhere. It is fiction, as I am not dead. Yet. It is my second piece about rivers and deaths. I swear it is not a pattern I will continue next time. Anyway, this has some parts I might salvage but right now it is a demo or a sketch. I hope you some smiling bits in it. I do.
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Strange Fruit
A thing I wrote, whoa!
wethecompass:
Thinking back on it now, murder hadn’t been terribly difficult. Television and movies talked it up, as though it was some kind of delicate art, but, frankly, it wasn’t painting the God damn Mona Lisa. Granted, people were always telling Mark that he was gifted. “That Mark Wendell, he’s a fine young man. Gonna make us proud,” they’d say and smile and he would...
Whoa look it's a thing I wrote
This is the first piece I wrote for The Compass, I suppose you will be seeing more things like it, if indeed you are seeing this at all.
wethecompass:
Hello all, my name is Patrick and I’m new around here (This was the introduction part of the post). I’m a med student, which means spending a lot of time in and around hospitals. This Christmas break I had the pleasure of spending an evening...
I remember LiveJournal
Hello, as a prerequisite for writing for The Compass I had to make a tumblr. This is what happened, and now we all have to live with it.
This is me:
I’m glad we got that cleared up.