The Boy with the Bell

I didn't know what to do. I ran through the ruins of what had once been New York, dodging flames and crossing rubble. I didn't know what had happened, but I couldn't afford to wait around. I had to escape, I had to find my way out before he, no, before it, could... I saw … Continue reading The Boy with the Bell →

The Glass Panda

The following is a journal entry written by a Moroccan man named Samir Sefrioui, dated on July 3rd, 1997. The text has been roughly translated to English. This morning, I went to my garden and saw something I never could've imagined. In the garden, I saw a great, glass figure in the shape of what … Continue reading The Glass Panda →

Stuck in Stone

The man is petrified. There was a time when he would stare into world with his solid stone eyes and panic in his solid stone prison. When he would try to move, to speak, to scream, anything at all, but couldn't. But that was long ago, the panic has subsided. And yet, he finds that … Continue reading Stuck in Stone →

The Stranger in a Subjective Land: Pt 2

Adrian landed on the ground in front of the stranger, who stuck out his hand in greeting. Reluctantly, Adrian shook it. "Adrian, you're anxious." the man said matter-of-factly. "Why?" Adrian couldn't help but shudder at how easily the stranger had read him. "I'm fine!" he said far too enthusiastically. The stranger gave him a look … Continue reading The Stranger in a Subjective Land: Pt 2 →

Alone in the Purple

I looked around and saw furniture, toiletries, paintings, and even pieces of plaster, brick, and wood that had once been my house. I didn't have a ground to stand on, but I didn't fall. I looked beyond the detritus of my home and saw nothing but an empty, purple glow. The glow was palpable and … Continue reading Alone in the Purple →

Death

I have seen death. I've seen it for what it really is. Some may claim that it waits in one place for every person. For one person, death may live in his lungs and feed on smoke. For another, death may wait on the bumper of a car, or maybe the street where the fateful … Continue reading Death →

Tick Tock

Tick... tock... tick... tock... tick... tock. Every click of the clock resonates and echoes beyond what I ever though possible, filling my house, filling my head. Tick... tock... tick... tock. Each resounding tick and every resounding tock is like a knife in my chest, like a bullet in my head. I cover my ears and … Continue reading Tick Tock →