Author Archives: Michael Lylyk

Daniel Wyke Part 5

In the wake of Leopold’s death, a note was left behind in his study. He explained, in what read like a confession, that he was going back to the place to where it all started. The hollowed cave at the bottom of the cliff.

A group tried to search for the body. But the haunting, hallowed darkness of the cave forced them to turn back, as they could not find a single thing. As a result, they boarded up the cave and plastered the warning ‘unsafe for entry’ across the boards.

Swimming in the area became off limits, and parents didn’t want their children to go anywhere near the cave. Though it didn’t stop the youth from making it a popular hangout. One where they would always sneak out to at night and tell ghost stories about their founding mayor, while gathered in front of the closed entryway.

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Livid

There used to be a time, when the internet was first available for the public use, it was filled with curiosity and wonder. Typing random subjects into searches and going to l’hotel chat, talking with a random person with somewhere else on the planet.

Because it was all new to me, I wanted to have a positive experience.  hung out on forums that I found interesting. I even made my own website on tripod. It was all adorable childish things, because that’s exactly what I was, a child.

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Daniel Wyke part 4

Around 90 years ago, it was believed that Harbourstone would have had a beginning as a small mining community. It was the reason why the town was formed, but not the reason it is still around today.

All across the country people would travel by the dozens looking for precious minerals so they can make large sums of money. All hoping to clock in an afternoon of hard labour so they can spend the rest of their lives in wealth and luxury. Yet, there were two gentleman that did it just for the love of industry.

Ernest Davenport and Leopold Smith were long time partners in the trading business. For many years they travelled; Selling and swapping goods from town to town by horse and carriage. A impactful team of charisma and managing. Every town they went to, they always had a hand in whatever went in and out, becoming a back-bone of sustainability in the commercial goods market.

They were good, they were reliable, and that’s all they wanted. Continue reading →

Daniel Wyke part 3

Even with the sun shining above, he couldn’t see anything past 20 feet inside the sunken cemetery. The other funeral attendees crowded around him, looking for just as much an explanation to what happened. Daniel turned around to notice all eyes were on him. There was a part of Daniel that felt compelled to speak with some heroic moment. He would stand tall and explain to everyone that’s he going to go down there and find his uncle…

When he opened his mouth, not a sound was made. The words he had planned in his head made him feel terribly embarrassed, around the hundreds of faces with dumbfounded looks. So he sunk his head down and walked through the crowd with his hand over his face. Luckily the townsfolk were much more interested in ‘the giant elephant on the field.’

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Daniel Wyke part 2

The Next couple of days were of much gloom, as the city collectively felt a heavy sadness over the loss of their mayor. Since the funeral was about to take place, Daniel strolled a scenic route through the town on the way to the cemetery. It’s been 10 years since his last visit, so he wanted to reacquaint himself with a town he used to know.

The roads were dusty and quiet. Most of the businesses in the square were closed for the day to mourn. What is usually a bustling area of galavanting and gossip, became a river of black. A parade of misery started from the church, toward the open pit where August will forever rest in piece. Continue reading →

Daniel Wyke: Deliberately Impossible Adventures of a Fictional Man

It was the 4th night in a row that Daniel Wyke was stuck sleeping in the Foyer of his house. Nothing but his knapsack for a pillow and his jacket to make due as blanket. Restlessly shifting around on an expensive persian rug.

Though it’s nothing as simple as just being locked out. It wasn’t exactly his house.

It belonged to his uncle, August Thorburn. A wealthy man and beloved mayor of the town of Harbourstone (Pop. 8,023). Daniel acquired ownership when August was no where to be found. Continue reading →

Shifts

This is an update to be upfront about what goes on behind the scenes without going completely dark on those that would/are following this blog.  The story short is “Hey, I’ve been busy.” The explanation is as follows:

It’s been a while since I’ve sat here in front of this computer and given myself a real genuine moment to write something. After spending a week doing a show that had not been as received as I’d want to believe, and other things about life that generally have bummed me out, I’ve practically taken a sabbatical.

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ED 17 – Sometimes it’s just a picture

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I’ve probably said before that ‘I’m not a photographer by any means, nor would I ever want to call myself one.’ I also have a habit of openly mocking those “100% of the time people” that claim to take up photography because they don’t really have any other purpose in life and see it as taking an easy way out.

It’s the same reason why I can’t stand ‘artistic nudes’ because you can’t just take a picture of a naked lady and call it art.
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Inspiracist

It never ceases to surprise me anymore, how we’re always so eager to judge something without fully understanding the situation. Why does that happen? our information age gives you every possible anecdote you need to know before you should even begin to assess the situation.

But somehow it always surprises me when it comes to music.

And we’re talking Black Eyed Peas level of Let’s get Retarded here. Where they let you know at the very beginning of the song “In this context, there’s no disrespect.” (It always seems to be one of my favourite examples to bring up. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the word, retarded.) You could argue a point and you may not be wrong, but they knew what they were doing when they wrote it.

I’m getting side tracked, so I’m just going to show you Xzibit A: Continue reading →