Every night I see a pit of bubbling black. It is a brief dream, and I am standing above it, looking down. It pops and the air escaping makes words in languages I’ve never heard. I spend each morning researching them, trying to understand what they mean. Continue reading
With a slight chortle on her lips, she read the words. Then looked back up.
“That’s not a word; that’s not English.”
The deity lowered the glasses he wore for fashion only and cocked up an eyebrow. “Oh, do you think you know the reality of the situation? I was there when language was formed—I saw the very concept spring forth.”
“Still not English,” she said, crossing her arms. She took a sip from her tenth cup of coffee. Continue reading
Apply directly to the head, the bottle instructed. It will cure what ails you. Continue reading
Two scientists stood over the glass bottle, ogling it. Neither wanted to touch the thing, for obvious reasons.
“It filters,” one said. Continue reading
Several families, couples, even a few wayward homeless people had stayed in that house, but they all left. They all fled, basically, slowly, yes, moving being what it is—but fled just the same from this house. They noticed the hamper, and tried to remove it, and found that they couldn’t. Continue reading
“Oh, I have someone I pay to do that,” he said, putting up his feet on an oak stool. “They handle all my cooking.”
“He pays really well!” came a shout from the kitchen. Continue reading
Sing a song loudly, and they will hear.
“But who is ‘they?’” he asked, and the narrator looked down at him and quirked his mouth.
“I don’t know, I’m being vaguely biblical, I guess?” Continue reading
So, you all know the gimmick, yeah? A superpower but with a horrible, awful downside? Cool, cool. Then step right up and spin the wheel! You all want superpowers, right? That’s what everyone wants, right? Continue reading
After a moment, after dropping down deep, the wizard Calcif emerged from it with his head swimming. He shook his head from side to side, letting his hair whip around in sharp motions. He rubbed at his eyes; the light hurt them. Continue reading
“When I saw you, the first time, it disgusted me.”
A great thing for a god to say to you.
“But then, well, I saw the point to your meager species.” Continue reading
Amidst the violence, when the shady deals were just being struck, and the drugs hitting streams of blood at the rate of a brain burst, he plugged in his instrument and warmed up his other physical one. The microphone crackled against his breath, and he sang a few languid notes. Continue reading
“That wasn’t chicken,” she said, standing behind him as he washed off the plate. The remnants of meat slid away, to be caught in the drain cover.
“Uh…what?” he said. “Then what was it?”
“I don’t know.” Continue reading
It came to this, as it always did, as the screaming of the choirs heralded. They’d been chasing her for the past week, ruining her life one life taken at a time. She was sick of her journey as a hero; she was sick of being beaten by fate itself and taken along on this trip without her consent.
She was sick of it, and she wasn’t going to take it anymore. Continue reading
He had his hand against his cheek, and his eyes looked tired—even with the candlelight in them.
“So,” she began, and he held up his hand.
He had this odd, multi-band ring.
“No, none of that. Be more open, would you?” Continue reading
Hope floated over her and wished that she could just tell her. Wished she could manifest and regale her with all the new things that would happen. All the beauty and joy.
But, there Karen was, for now, crying in a shopping center. Hiding in the changing room with no interest in putting on the swimsuit that she had taken from the racks. Trying to not make too much sound even as her heart broke at the seams and into so many pieces. Continue reading