I set out last week on a quest to slay monsters. They have been accused of banditry, of stealing livestock, and poisoning the river with their excrement. The evidence is convincing, the cause is just. As I have been traveling I have been thinking through my approach, refining it, perfecting it. It is likely the … Continue reading Monsters
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
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
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
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.
Everywhere Paul looked there was just more stuff, stretching forever.
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 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
"Hey.”Thomas jumps up and trips over a branch, his legs fly into the air as he lands on his butt.
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