Brandon Scott realized that he had written, by now, so many odd stories that he started these microfictions with simple nonsense words, and then tried to work them backward. Today’s brain bubbling bramble was something called “Cajun Bacon,” and he assumed it was a story about some type of spicy bacon, or something. Continue reading
Technically, they did all of it legally. Everyone was moved far enough away that they weren’t in any danger. Businesses and workers and the population of the town were given fair amounts of money for their trouble—so, really, it didn’t feel like the gleeful act of mischief that Herbert wanted it to be. Continue reading
From fingers crossed,
And flowing digits,
Come words of pain,
And words of prestigious,
Thoughts and concepts, Continue reading
Her dance moves literally defied physics. She tapped both her feet on the ground at the same time and rose several inches. And drifted back down with a twirl which took her hemline and lifted it to her thighs.
And her arms hugged her body afterward, and she swayed as the surrounding air froze to the slow motion of the dance.
I stood, looking, staring, ogling, at her, and nearly dropped my drink. Nearly let it fall on the glittering tiles. Continue reading
The planes of chaos exist, but does not have a location. It’s very nature makes it this way.
The reason I found myself in it was that it was a major shortcut. By going through here I am skipping across almost a continent of space. It was worthwhile, but incredibly dangerous.
The path I walked was the only stable thing in this dimension. The rest of the space was howling chasm, filled with random bits and bobs. A sound like that of a dying cat could be heard almost indefinitely. Continue reading