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Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Bone Asylum Corgin, 2022

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These sure are some puppy buns of steel 😭😂 getting his rest up for the #frappackpicnic tomorrow!! #corgin#corgibutt

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Man in the Mountain

Man in the mountain

Who are you

Just a man

I wonder why you need to hide

If I am meant to seek 

Or if I let the clock tick by

You might wonder what I mean by

What you’re trapped in - a mountain

Bound by lies, by what you seek

Your troubles caused only by you

There’s no use in trying to hide

You are just a man.

So run, run silly man

Man boy what’s meant by

Your sickly want to hide

Try, trick, traverse your mountain

Find what makes you - you.

I know that’s what we all seek.

You are not what I seek

Just a pale man

Just you

Just nothing I want by

Myself I see you standing next to men who are mountains

And I think you should hide.

Tremble, shake, find that place to hide

A safe spot is what you seek

A hole in the side of your mountain

A hole shaped perfectly for a sad little man

Go and sit by

Yourself, not me, just you. Just you.

But then I only want you

I’m the one who needs to hide

I never want to say goodbye

And I hate you, but I still seek

That passion I find only in you, some man

My man as tall as a mountain. 

So who are you, the one I seek

The one who tries to hide, the cowardly man

The sad little one who stands by his lies as high as a mountain.

-Thessaly Corgin, 2012

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Rooster

A rooster crowed this morning. We don’t own a rooster, and we live in a secluded area. I found him in the back yard, he was dusty and tired looking but overall I’d say he was a healthy middle aged bird. My mother told me someone dumped him there because “roosters are loud and fairly useless from an economic standpoint”. We let him forage around for the day then in the evening the dog chased him down the drive and now he’s gone.

The next morning I heard him crowing from the neighbor’s yard. I asked mum if he knew he was abandoned simply because of what he was. Mum said: “Stop thinking about the stupid bird and eat your eggs.” We still don’t own a rooster. 

- Thessaly Corgin 2012

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Moving all Fanfiction

Unfortunately I'm in that point in my career where I'm going to have to separate recreational writing and serious writing, at the risk of people I know, professors,  etc accidentally reading Thor fanfiction. 

All fanfiction is going to be moved to this new tumblr, as well as still being on my fanfiction.net account, so fear not! Simply unfollow this blog and follow the new one. Unless of course you like seeing other stuff I'm working on.

In fact, if I were you I'd be excited. Now you don't have to see stupid poetry and short stories in your news feed when all you want to do is read about Loki and Darcy making out! 

-Thessaly Corgin

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Hoot

Although the fact that he had survived the helicopter crash astounded him, he was more surprised to see the captain stirring between the broken foliage. 

It had only happened ten minutes ago: one moment they were zipping through the air, the next they were caught in a violent storm just above the forests of British Columbia, Canada. 

The forest he found himself in was dark and damp, the peeking sun weighed down by a barrage of pine trees. Dominic went over to help the pilot up out the heap of branches he was caught in, surveying the burning helicopter wreck as he went - it was almost as if they had been thrown out of it just before impact. 

   “Ah, thanks mate,” the pilot mumbled as he struggled to stand up, “pretty amazing we made it through that, ain’t it?” 

  Dominic nodded, still trying to take in his surroundings as he muttered a response.

  “Well, I wanted to see the wilderness... I guess I got my wish. And I guess movie stars aren’t exempt from freak helicopter crashes.”

The pilot laughed heartily at the dire situation.

  “Aye, kid. I didn’t know who you were when you booked onto my helicopter, and I doubt mother nature had any clue. But here we are now, and I suppose we should just concentrate on surviving.” 

Dominic realized that his thinking was quickened and his body was warm - he was in survival mode after the crash, and it was probably wise to take advantage of the adrenaline rush. Underneath the hot will to live, however was a creeping chill - an unshakable feeling that he was being followed by death. 

The pair trudged on through the snow and frozen undergrowth, aware of the lightly falling snow and various wildlife that fluttered around them. Half a days walking found the Dominic and the Pilot quite tired, so in the gently fading light they built a fire. 

  “Tell me something about yourself, Dominic.” 

Dominic found himself feeling like the pilot was a very old, reliable friend - someone who had been with him his whole life. He began to fill the silence between them.

“Her name was Lisa.” was all Dominic could spit out. He continued to glare into the fire until the pilots intense gaze compelled him to continue, “We were both young, very young. I had just gotten my first fortune, and more than anything I wanted her to be mine. I was a stupid kid - I thought for the price of a plane ticket I could buy love, and instead I found a terrified girl that I was suddenly responsible for.” 

 “And how old was she, exactly?” the pilot interrupted.

  “Well, not that young. She was a competent human being, just terrified to find herself in Los Angeles with no one to talk to or rely on.

 An owl swooped down, landing itself silently on a low branch. The pilot smiled and nodded to the bird.

“We’ve got company” he said, acknowledging the addition to their camp. “So what did you do with the kid? Send her back?” 

Dominic let out a quick, sharp laugh.

“Send her back? Of course not! I tried, but the silly thing was far too hard headed. I could have left her out in the woods and she would have found her way back to me. Instead I kept her for a year or two. And let me tell you - I was terrible to her. She was incredibly smart and talented, but I refused to acknowledged that. Instead I treated her as a mixture between a secretary, housewife and a child. I ignored her most of the time. She would cry and me and ask me to just watch a movie with her... I just never gave her the time of day I deserved. Then I got my big break.

  “Big break?”

  “Oh, you know. I got my first leading roll in a movie. I went away to New York to do some filming, left her in the apartment. And this is where I went even more wrong - I got the idea into my head that if I was to get rid of her, I could get her back in a couple of years and we could start over. So I ignored her for a couple of weeks, didn’t return the calls, then I told her that we were through. She didn’t cry or scream at me, instead she said something along the lines of ‘well then that’s okay, I’m tired of you disrespecting me and treating me like dirt.’ Just like that. Hung up the phone.” 

  “Smart girl, that Lisa. Couldn’t have said it better myself,” The pilot chuckled deeply.

  “I expected her to be there when I got home. Instead my apartment was perfectly clean, all of her belongings gone. Every sentimental item I had ever given her was left by my computer. As time went on and I was forced to do my own laundry I was shocked to find that it wasn’t her cooking or cleaning that I missed, it was just her. Her input to my ideas, her scent, the way she felt. I realized that I really did love her - I was a complete idiot. No one should have to suffer any kind of abuse, I didn’t even realize it was emotional abuse while I did it. I was so daft.” 

  “And did you try and find her again?” 

  “I searched for years. She completely wiped herself off the social networking planet. I still ache to have her back - now that I’m a better man who can give her what she deserves - but I can’t have her anymore. Eventually a mutual friend filled me in. It seems she moved to Australia and became a pastry chef. From there she began to work on cruise ships, and married a piano player who worked with the same cruise ship company. They were trying to have children when Lisa was diagnosed with Leukemia. There wasn’t much of a fight. She was only thirty-two.”

Dominic gazed somberly into the fire. Not even the owl hooted a comment. 

 “Death,” he continued, “Death is always around me. Like I said earlier - it’s as if it tails me like an old friend, taking what I love. I feel like I’m just a few steps away.” 

The pilot shifted in his seat, throwing another piece of damp wood into the fire.

“Well, you shouldn’t feel too bad. It wasn’t your fault, was it?”

Dominic shook his head.

“Of course not. But her life was so short, she shouldn’t had to put up with me being an absolute abusive twit to her - no one deserves that.” 

The pilot mumbled in what sounded like agreement. The fire burned down to just coals and the owl was asleep at its perch. Dominic lay on the ground as close to the fire as possible, freezing cold and close to sleep. 

“He’s not that scary.” 

Dominic snapped back into the waking world. 

  “What?”

“Death. He’s not as scary as you think.” 

“I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of old encounters old man, haven’t you?”

The pilot grinned grimly. “Oh, more than I’d like to admit.” Again there was silence. 

“Do you regret anything?” The pilot asked, his face suddenly much more weathered and darkened than Dominic first noticed. He thought for a long time about his life and his decisions, playing each turning point through slowly.

“No,” was his response, “I think I still did the right thing for myself and the people I loved in the end. Even Lisa.” 

  Do you miss her?”

“More than I ever would have told her.”

A thin mist of powdered snow began to escape through the canopy of pine trees.

“She misses you, you know?”

“What are you on about now?”

“Lisa. She wanted you back the whole time too.” 

The pilot’s serious expression caused Dominic to quickly sit up, pressing an ice cold hand to his own equally chilly cheek. 

“Ah,” there was a long pause before Dominic continued “Well I guess I’ve had a good run. I suppose I’ve actually been dead for hours.” 

  "That you have, old friend,” the pilot said, patting dominic on the back. “That you have.” 

Finally, the owl let out a solid hoot and flew away, leaving the men alone. Dominic laughed.

“Do you know what they say about owls in some countries?”

“I know what they say about owls in most countries, kid.” 

“Unmarried women turn into doves when they die, and the married ones become owls.”

“Then what becomes of you?”

Dominic turned his gaze skyward, stealing a glance at the speckled stars that peeked between the clouds and branches.

“You know, I don’t particularly care.” 

The pilot helped his counterpart up from the ground and left the fire, walking towards the surrounding trees. The two men walked off into the darkness of the forest, the sombre owl trailing the pair like a long lost lover, her hollow hoots slowly fading into the dead of night.

Hoot, Thessaly Corgin, 2011