The Libertarian Opposition is Rising…
What you are about to read is based on a TRUE story. Michel Siffre is 100% REAL and actually did this! =============== by Sean Dempsey, 04/02/25 A Chronicle of Isolation, Madness, and Savage Darkness In the early 1970s, as Cold War psychology and space exploration collided with radical ideas about human consciousness, a lesser-known but […]
Sean Dempsey, 04/01/2025 There was once a king so rich that other kings wept when they heard his name. His majesty, Kaiser My’Kael Sellur, High King of the Lost Isles of Bit’Quon, ruled over a land where wealth dripped from every rooftop and pooled in the gutters. His vaults ran so deep and wide that […]
By Sean Dempsey, 03/28/2025 This echo-filled chamber of judgment was not built to house men, but to erase them. Its walls were clean, without seams, without windows, without warmth. Light spilled from hidden fixtures like surgical lamps—cold, clinical, sterilizing. Every sound echoed twice. Each breath of the men and women in this dim legal sanctuary […]
By Sean Dempsey, 08/08/23 Seven year-old Anna was sneaking on her tiptoes to avoid the cottage flooring from creaking as she slipped out into the frosty air of the front porch. She was up remarkably early, startled awake by dark dreams she couldn’t fully remember. The morning light was just starting to dispel the night; […]
By Sean Dempsey, 07/27/23 Near dusk, the old man sat at a weathered table in the back corner of a busy diner, fumbling awkwardly with metal tongs used to crack his lobster. There was a gentle buzz of conversation in the air all around. It was nearly impossible to distinguish one conversation from another without […]
Chapter 1: Minor Annoyances World War II wages in the unseen distance. In a battlefield far to the west, men fight and die. Men collapse in the mud as nations clash: But here, in the dark and godless corner of the Auschwitz concentration camp, Jacob lies in dirty rags on a metal cot. 4:18am, rising […]
By Sean Dempsey, 7/15/23 ‘The lives of the benevolent are perhaps the most besieged.’ The Archbishop of Cheshire whispered madly into the darkness as he made his way between foul-smelling passageways and across dirty streets. Hot tears fell from his eyes and he beat his fists against stone walls as he trudged — almost stumbled […]
By Sean Dempsey, 7/2/23 The Pastor awoke from a violent dream, and realized he could not move! He desperately tried to will his legs out of bed. He begged his arms to raise from where they sat placidly against the bedsheets. His body lay completely motionless; only his head would yield to his control. Panic […]
By Sean Dempsey, 7/1/23 The arduous task was done. The property was finally his. It has sapped nearly all John’s energy, but he could now call himself a homeowner. He had a place of his own to plant his flag, to ‘sow his oats’, so to speak. The signatures on the papers were still wet […]
by Sean Dempsey, 6/28/23 The damned clock struck 6pm. Again. As it always seemed to do each day with far too few words unwritten—and far too few coherent thoughts on the page. Evelyn was exhausted. Her serene study was tucked away within the corners of her 19th century Victorian home. She had written her last […]