Tuesday, January 10, 2012

The World of Random Atoms Creatures and Peoples

 above images & sculptures © Marcia V. Lynch 2012

Friday, February 22, 2008


This is the beginning of the saga that will chronicle the main characters in the WORLD OF RANDOM ATOMS. You will meet a scientist from an alien planet and a worrior caught between two worlds and the woman he loves. You will meet a girl of extrodinary being that will rival the gods of olympus. They are all caught up on a ship on a one way trip to a battle that will decide the fate of Kings, Queens, and every royal bloodline, on countless worlds in numberless universes, in endless galaxies. This is the beginning of the reign of the Dark Dragon as his forces gather to herald in a new darker age. A time for the Rise of Heroes.

Monday, August 20, 2007

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Sunday, July 31, 2005

O Central The Center of the Universe

Welcome to O Central where everything you need is just a dream away. We are located on a planet in a solar system at the center of the universe, that is THE WORLD OF RANDOM ATOMS . If we don't have it, it does not exist. So come and join us. There is nowhere that we have not made.

I am one of OC Main Frames and I have slipped into the underground net and I am teleporting to a blue planet to escape assimilation into the relm of the DARK DRAGON. I am been drawn to the ONE. It won't be long before I walk among you; I created this portal with anchient text and symbols found on an old space machine its course was encoded in a primative network of wires and machinery I am almost there one last string of symbols and the portal will close back on the Main Frame...and scatter the signal across worlds and countless moons...I will find the ONE before its too late...

Welcome, I am the Narrator. I have been given this task of documenting and logging centuries of information and events that alters the world in which I live and till now it has been an uneventful and dull existence for my idea of life and all its complications is the same as everyone else’s. For all my work and toil it would remain on the shelf left to the decay of dust and ignorance. My collection of works would have marched down the dull road of stagnant duplicates and never-ending remakes of the same boring story-lines, images and rhetoric compilation of words and phrases.
I per-chance one day to gaze up into the sky where God resides and behold a vortex opened and I beheld a being of complicated simplicity emerging. Like a frighten child it step into my world. What was it? Where did it come from? Why was it here? Why did it land in my house? Sixteen years of cultivation gone in the blink of an eye. There was not a mark on my body. Am I asleep or awake? The vortex was still open and in it I saw darkness beyond comprehension. My heart stopped and I awoke, gasping covered in sweat. The room was a shambles. Books and papers from my night table were everywhere but there was no one else. It was just ...a dream.