The edges of the TV fuzz and then bleed. The black from the TV mixes with the off-white background of the wall to form a grayish puddle that oozes vertically up the wall. The screen inside, no longer constrained, develops odd neon patterns that move and pulse in time to the beat of some hidden … Continue reading Staying Awake
Chasing Bubbles
I used to chase bubbles as a child. Sometimes my brother would blow bubbles for hours, and I would go up and down the yard chasing them and watching them pop. My parents thought that he was being unfair, that he wasn’t giving me a turn. But it wasn’t that, I just loved chasing them. … Continue reading Chasing Bubbles
Hall of Remembrance
I leave the house with no particular plan. I walk through crowded streets. All the people look the same, like shadows, or ants. I cross a stone bridge so old that it is entirely worn smooth. I walk under an arch with words written in a language no people can read. I reach a large … Continue reading Hall of Remembrance
Time House – Future (part 3)
Paul found himself in a featureless white room. It was similar to the Present, except that it didn’t have any pillars, and it was only about ten feet across.
Time House – Past (part 2)
Everywhere Paul looked there was just more stuff, stretching forever.
Time House – Present (part 1)
Paul was sitting on his couch in his living room, contemplating life, when a man appeared in front of him. There was no puff of smoke, or bolt of lightning, but where there was no man before, suddenly there was a man. Paul was startled. “Who are you? What’s going on?” “I am the Lord … Continue reading Time House – Present (part 1)
Gene’s Nice House
Gene lived in a very nice house, on top of a very nice hill. The hill was nice in the ordinary ways that hills are nice, it was not too steep, it had a tree to provide shade, and in the spring, wildflowers would grow on it. The house was also nice in the usual … Continue reading Gene’s Nice House
Thomas the Monster Hunter – Part 2
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Thomas jumps up and trips over a branch, his legs fly into the air as he lands on his butt.Gregor
Gregor strolls to a corpse lying on the ground. Its head had been pulverized into the ground, the spine broken and useless, pieces of skull radiated out like a starburst. Gregor gathers the corpse’s legs together, and with one hand grasped behind its knees, he lifts it casually to his shoulder. As he walks to … Continue reading Gregor
Thomas the Monster Hunter – Part 1
Thomas is the youngest monster hunter he knows.
