Waking Up

I wake up in my bed, and I wake up thoroughly irritated. Why? Because I’ve woken up for, what, the 856,672,105,237,294,132.3rd time now? Seriously, I’m so tired at this point that I’d need a flowchart to keep track of how many times I’ve fallen asleep, woken up, and/or dreamed of doing the above. At this … Continue reading Waking Up →

Georgia Gray

Calmly, Georgia Gray drew the needle from her arm. One push on a button, and it withdrew into its little plastic cylinder. Georgia set the needle aside, and reached for the secret drawer in her desk. Her head was already beginning to spin from the drug, so she had to choose quickly if she wanted … Continue reading Georgia Gray →

The Last Thoughts of Private Peret

what is this where am I dark what’s happening dark where am i silent quiet too quiet unnerving how’d i get here am i dead numb i can’t feel my body i know what bodies are heads shoulders knees and toes knees and toes memory fuzzy but good when did the urinal arrive it was … Continue reading The Last Thoughts of Private Peret →

The Evening I Left

I lie on the pickup truck out in the field, and I gaze at the stars. I hear crickets chirping, and I hear the occasional faint breeze. I’m alone, and I have no idea where I’m going or what I’m doing. I faintly hear, or rather, don’t hear, the not-sound of my father’s not-voice as … Continue reading The Evening I Left →

The Empty

He couldn’t think of any way to identify this place. It wasn’t small, that much was true. It wasn’t large either. It wasn’t ugly, but it wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t hot, but it wasn’t cold. It wasn’t barren, nor was it verdant. It wasn’t dark, nor was it bright. There were no people, that much … Continue reading The Empty →

Burning Jack: Pt 1

Some say a bridge can cross through realms They’re certainly places that Jack overwhelms So if you are crossing, and then you see flames I say you turn tail, and run from his games Ashton sat on his horse, his son Oscar next to him. The sun had set, and the canopy blocked what little … Continue reading Burning Jack: Pt 1 →

My Magnum Opus

Leonidas Aleister the XXXXXIIIIth stared out at the ethereal acquiescent unfamothably beautiful bubbles of unfathomable beauty. Their radiant myriad colors radiated in a radius of a rainbow from the primordial denoument of the apocalyptic precipitation of the dawn of the vast and unfathmable planet. And from these bubbles came impossibly painful agony of agonizing torment … Continue reading My Magnum Opus →

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 →