We’d been running with a sense of urgency all day long. There was to be no respite in the invisible chase scene played out in our minds. We had become our own prisoners quickly. Stepping across town, we’d been given reason to believe we were in danger. Since reason is often a liar, we...
The price extracted from all itinerants was exorbitant by most reasonable reckoning, but it was eagerly paid in lieu of the alternative: another blanketless night in the damp, cold alleys, nooks, and crannies of the pitiless bleakscape outside.
I woke up this morning, as usual, in the confines of my igloo. The surrounding tundra was in turmoil. Yep, the Beefeaters were at it, again, but the only question this time: Was this a drill, or the real thing? I strapped bricks to my feet to make sure I’d stick to the surface...
Spots obscured her vision as she tried to make out the shape of what was left of the Washington Monument. The train was old — probably several decades old, at least — and very rickety. Creaking and rocking, back and forth, creaking and rocking, back and forth. The predictability of the motions left her...
Gloggo the artist was praised worldwide for his excellent color sense and above above above average abilities in the “figure this stuff out that’s inside my head” department. People could feel secure in the knowledge that this genius touched something deep within them which had previously been unspoken for. No other artist before or...
Murdered in spare time, the spirit of Bertrand Cecil Doyle was wont to wander the world in search of sanctuary and a sense of…sense. He wasn’t feeling quite his old self since the merciless execution of his person had been committed, which is something anyone with half a heart could easily understand. Corporal punishment,...
There was a grandma for every month in which we felt fit to live. They weren’t old or goofy, just good, clean, cookie-baking grandmothers that hadn’t yet succumbed to the poverties inherent in the process of aging. Within our village, most would remain — save for two: Grandma Morgan, and Grandma Frenner. Grandma Frenner...
(Listen here: Double Odd Buck – The Entropath) Who’s been throwing around my head? Brain’s so beat-up, it never ends. I think these three thoughts, they’re: “No,” “might,” “maybe.” Since it began, I’m entropy. Forget about hands around my neck, My pillow’s strangling me, instead. Must hold my own if I’m to be disowned....