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
A Peephole Would’ve Been Nice
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
Sleep
There is no dagger that sleep will not use To stop your heart and blind your eyes To cover up its thin disguise For that which lies beneath There is no nightmare sleep won't bring to life To close your eyes and chain your hands So that you will not understand The things that live … Continue reading Sleep
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
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