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 →

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 →

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 Pit

The hole in the ground scared the girl. She found it in the forest on her walk, and when she looked into its depths she saw… nothing. It was so dark that she couldn't see the bottom, or even the sides. She dropped a rock into it and waited for a splash… and waited, and … Continue reading The Pit →