Welcome to my personal workspace. Here I post pieces of writing like short stories or the occasional essay online, either for experimentation or personal relief. Enjoy them if you can!
“Come now. Surely you’re not that upset by the loss of a limb? You have so many!”
The Professor gestured vaguely at my figure as if to reveal, much like a magician, the abundance of appendixes still attached to my body.”
“The bedroom was where she kept her memories, all the little items that served no other purpose but to remind her of a feeling that once was, or that she once was, or that once was her. These items appeared timeless to her.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit, I want it all back. I want the late sunsets, I want the dry grass under my feet,
I want these hollowed out boards to mean what they once did.”
“This was what he didn’t want but now there was no way around it. Only unobserved movement didn’t cause ripples and only unobserved movement was unimportant. The question was never if a tree falling unnoticed in the forest made a sound, it was simply if it mattered that it did…”
“A sailor was a rider of the black waves, challenger of the uncaring depths. A sailor skimmed on the
very surface of death, for death was all the ocean was… ”
In front of the pack was now, predictably, two young black men who outran everyone else as they always did. He didn’t feel bad about thinking such things; it was ok to be racist towards the undead…
In that sense me and my friend were very much alike. So, of course he hadn’t any idea how the time machine had worked or nothing like that either. I guess it was really bad luck that no one brighter had come to our past, but there you go…
Powner 3000 landed silently in the living room, feeling the tension of the silent winter night as ominously as the smell of coming battle that hang crushingly in the air. Or was it the smell of brownies in the air? He looked around – it was brownies; put out with a glass of milk on a small table…
The noise and smell didn’t surprise me though, not as much as the incessant playing of chess. Yes, that is what they were doing down there below my window – playing one game of chess after the other. Yelling about it like hysterical monkeys when one of them took a piece from one of the others…
Standing there among all the other couches at IKEA, I could still tell it was my couch – right away, I could! I couldn’t wait to get it home in my flat and start my life with it, sit and watch sports with it, drink beer on it when it was old enough…
He didn’t go around trying to cure anyone or attempted to speak ancient Hebrew either. No, he was just calmly and rationally convinced that he was Jesus and therefor didn’t have to make a fuzz about it…
He sighed as he ran his fingers quickly through the forty odd papers of true brilliance marred only by the injustice of a large red F written on the final page. He felt his internal balance waver and he shrugged without talking. She reached over and carefully took the papers from his hands…
“Hey”, he said indignantly thereby sending a wave of obliterating sound down the hill destroying the entire swarm of mortals where they stood or ran. The big, purple cloud of destruction that was his wife stopped in her pursuit looking surprised first at the demolished mortals and then at him…