Category Archives: Fiction
Too Much Thinking
Sometimes I’m certain that patterns within patterns within patterns are the puzzle, and the puzzle’s solution. We’re spheres within spheres, made of spheres. Everything comes down to angle and trajectory while we spiral, accelerating either away from our beginning– flashBANG … Continue reading
Lost In Translation
Somewhere in the middle of the Twenty-First century, the first omnitranslator was contructed — it began as a bulky machine, about the same size as a breadbox, with input and output jacks at both ends; the jacks were to be … Continue reading
Up
He’s not afraid of heights. Out on the ledge, shoes finding little purchase on the rain-slick concrete, he wonders, not for the first time, what the hell he’s doing. Gloved hands curl tightly around the window-molding; sharply blue eyes are … Continue reading
Insomnia
He doesn’t sleep often, save for when he’s drunk so much that he can fall into something like slumber, that more likely resembles an unconscious stupor. When this doesn’t happen, he lies awake in bed for long hours, fighting back … Continue reading
Asked For It
The first words to register were “She’s dead,” and everything after that was a blur. He doesn’t think he wept, but he might’ve screamed, and he certainly broke a lot of things–furniture, walls, bones–over the next few hours. He doesn’t … Continue reading