The soft smell of dust was the only thing he could perceive for a solid minute. Then, with a great rustle, he rose. His feet were sore from disuse, as was his back.
“What is… I was working on something, yeah?” Continue reading
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Poem: Bad Rhythm
Poem: This Poem Is Bad
This poem is bad,
And you should not read it,
This poem is bad,
And is not worth your time,
Continue readingPoem: The Tale of Mr. Bowl
Mr. Bowl,
Had in his head a hole,
And his friends would play with his brain.
And yes, it could hurt when in his skull it did roll,
Continue readingMicrofiction: Our Meaning, Our Purpose
This was the discovery of the ancients. The tomes sifted, translated, checked again, then told to the greater community only when they were positive, only when they were certain, that this indeed was the truth of the matter. Continue reading
Microfiction: Advice From A Trickster
He sat cross-legged in his chair and peered over his glasses with tired eyes.
“You rang?” he said, sounding like he might laugh any second.
“I’m told you can help me with something?” the merchant said, taking a step forward.
“Oh sure, I can.”
“Okay?”
“But will I?” Continue reading
Poem: Bread and Butter
Poem: Doughnut
In its honey glaze,
Sits the end of days,
In a daze of haze,
Flaws the world razed. Continue reading
Poem: Pancakes and Gerbils
When the world is not going,
As planned,
When the hippogriffs are dancing,
With their unbridled friends, Continue reading
Flash Fiction: Chips And Dip
Eric could not understand why no one had considered dipping potato chips in ketchup. They were essentially French fries, so there was not much a difference in flavor, not much of an issue—so why didn’t more people do it?
“What, do you love her?” Fae demanded, spreading out her arms. “Do you want to fuck her, huh? Have her over and let her sleep in my spot?” Continue reading
Flash Fiction: Do You Really Need Sleep?
“You do know I do need to sleep, right?” he asked, peering up at her. With her hair forming a halo around her face, Gertrude looked like some mixture of angel and a trickster god—her countenance round and full of mischief.
“Oh, I don’t know—sleep might not matter all that much, actually. Did you ever try not sleeping?” Continue reading
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