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
Category: Fiction
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
The Thing in his Gut
There was a man who was mistreated. Few had anything but scorn for him, and he couldn’t find much else for himself. He would work day in and day out, he would endure the treatment he was given, and he would do nothing but keep his heart beating and lungs breathing. As the days went … Continue reading The Thing in his Gut
The Stone on the Path
The man was walking in the park when he tripped on a rock and broke his nose. In the clinic, he made small talk with a woman. They had a lot in common, so they kept in touch. They became friends, then lovers, then spouses. The man started cheating, and soon the two divorced. The … Continue reading The Stone on the Path
The Tar Baby
The Tar Baby appeared on a Tuesday. It came from the cabinet under the sink, and I have little idea what birthed it. The amorphous, black thing somehow still managed to resemble a baby crawling towards me in its general shape. I, admittedly surprised at finding a blob of tar where there was supposed to … Continue reading The Tar Baby
Pilgrim’s Plight: A Slaughterhouse Story
My name is Yon Yonson, I work in Wisconsin, I work at a lumbermill there. The people I meet when I walk down the street, They say, ‘What’s your name?’, And I say, My name is Yon Yonson, I work in Wisconsin… That was the song that was playing in the veterans’ hospital in Placid, … Continue reading Pilgrim’s Plight: A Slaughterhouse Story
The Epiphany
He saw something beyond the world as he knew it. It shone like a beacon to the heavens, burned brighter than the light of a million suns, and seemed larger than the entire universe put together. He saw it stretch into forever, he saw its light flow from a source as distant from him as … Continue reading The Epiphany
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