The blood drips off his hands, fear and hatred filling its essence. How could I have become this, he thinks. How could I have done this and become this man. No, he is quick to correct himself. I am not a man, I am a creature unworthy of even an animal’s respect. His back remains bent, the weight of his sins weighing heavily upon the flesh of his body. Even that becomes a question to his fragile mind. Is he really flesh or is it just some macabre joke played on him because of the pain and torment he has incurred. Or is it something more, something much deeper that he is too alive to truly understand. After all, the realms of the dead are strange and plentiful when compared to those of the living. When thrust into its cold embrace, living creatures often find themselves unsure of what is happening or whether the truths they held so dear are truth or merely a new kind of fiction. Continue reading Purgatory
Why isn’t communal cooking a thing?
“You will die. I will kill you. I will not describe how I am going to kill you because I think that will just ruin the surprise. And suspense is what life is all about in my opinion. And no, this is not some redeeming-selflessness in letting you at least cherish on some internal level your death. I don’t want to ruin the surprise for me either. I’ll have plans, of course, a man must have plans. But maybe I’ll mix and match. Or maybe I’ll just forfeit them all up to Ares, or whatever god of malice I like that day, and have at you. But I will kill you. This I promise you.”
“And if you don’t?” Continue reading Voices
Everyone either has one or is one: the sober friend. The friend that doesn’t drink much or at all but still wishes to remain sociable and therefore subjects themselves to the same questions and comments on their sobriety night after night after night after night….
Love is patient,
But 45 minutes is too long to get ready.
Losing stamina. The world is spinning. There is too few time and too few comics. Send help.
I’ll never forget the first time I saw her from across the club. Continue reading Lorna
“It has always been this way,” said the dinosaur. “It will always be this way. For I am mighty and strong and I will make it stay this way. Nothing can change this, nor should it.”
Then the ice came. And no one knew or remembered the dinosaur for millions of years.