Category: Fiction

  • The world is ending in 24 hours. How would it end and what would you do?

    The world is ending in 24 hours. How would it end and what would you do?

    In the beginning… The world, or humankind if not the world, or civilization if not humankind, has ended (or been threatened with ending) countless times in literature; mythology, religion, movies, and music. Stars dying, Stars flaring, asteroids, aliens, war, global warming, ice age, rapture, Ragnarök, a big ass turtle moving, earthquakes, volcanoes, floods, monsters, magic […]

  • A Walk In The Park

    A Walk In The Park

    We all have awareness, we just choose not to listen to those senses that go beyond the basics. Rather we are told and taught NOT to listen. That these are baser areas and new agey: “The Gut”, Instinct, Intuition, Pheromones. That as an evolved people we don’t need these additional (or perhaps just more finely tuned) […]

  • Big Mike

    Big Mike

    Rachel let out a long, drawn out sigh, trying to find her calm. Around her was another three fifths of the All-American family. Of the three, one sprawled on the couch next to her, one lying across the arms of the recliner and the last whimpering on the floor. Or in another set of labels, […]

  • Insomnia

    Insomnia

    The word ineffable popped into his head anytime he thought of her kissing him. The word bothered him, it didn’t do her lips, how they pressed firmly and softly at the same time, any justice whatsoever. Or how her mouth blossomed onto his. He never wanted to lose that kiss. And wished he could describe […]

  • Cowwewonk and Michachunch

    Cowwewonk and Michachunch

    00:00 – John Cowwewonk – Ship has landed. John Michachunch is still unreachable, not awake in the cryoroom after the long years of travel. Will have to wait to tell him all I’ve seen these years. But soon, the wake cycle has started. I look around. All the Michachunch as far as I can see, […]

  • The Well

    The Well

    We have hands to write the word. We have tongues to speak the word. The Well Can only see and hear the word We write and speak, And holds the word within Its Depths. –  The History of the Well. Chapter 1 – An unsuccessful journey (minor changes)Chapter 2 – The Well and the well (new 10/17/2015)Chapter 3 – The memories of the Well (minor timeline changes)Chapter 4 – The Visitor and the missing visitor (unchanged)              .I. October, the Fifth Year of the Eighty-First Well Chase sat at the

  • The Ghost of You

    The Ghost of You

    Every day I wake up, and it’s the same. No matter the weather, the time, the temperature, I can see your ghost. Usually sitting in the corner, on that cheap white bar stool that serves as nothing except something to pile my clothes when I run out of room on the ironing board. Your bloodless, […]

  • Hannibal Lecter’s Photo Journal Reciting “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost During the SnowZilla Blizzard

    Hannibal Lecter’s Photo Journal Reciting “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost During the SnowZilla Blizzard

    Quid Snow, Snow, Clarice, Quid Snow Snow… Clearly the child with the awfully noisy snow blower hasn’t completed his task yet. I shall have to give him some additional incentive. Perhaps a nice root beer accompanied with his mothers liver sauteed with caramelized onions. Yes. I must make a note. We cannot let our youth […]