Room |
It starts with a shock of white static and a crystalline blue blur that devolves into something smudgy like ink, deep hued and glistening like wet paint. And as it fades, the walls sort of bend ...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Dec 2008 22:21:00 GMT |
Brittany And The Vacuum Mask |
Chores are the absolute worst. Everybody knows it. It stinks having to waste a perfectly good Saturday morning mowing the grass or taking out the trash or dusting the blades of the ceiling fan o...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Dec 2008 19:59:00 GMT |
Amelia |
Amelia woke up amongst a diffuse, white expanse of fog spilling upward into a pitch black sky. She was a little hazy on what, exactly, had happened, but it was obvious that th...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Dec 2008 10:46:00 GMT |
Beky’s Wings |
I. Tuesday Morning As any duck, airplane or luna moth can tell you, regular wings are quite nifty. Regular wings make it very easy to get to all sorts of interesting plac...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Dec 2008 19:38:00 GMT |
Milton |
Milton Prewitt does not believe in ghosts. He just doesn't. There is, he thinks, no evidence currently available to dissuade hi...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 21:41:00 GMT |
Capen Street |
Silas lit a cigarette, and tried to inhale. It never seemed to work. Some protective instinct would always hold him back, and t...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Dec 2008 20:59:00 GMT |
Margaux & Emilie |
Emilie and Margaux were only one year apart. Emilie was born first, in the old brick barn on the farm of Phillip and Esthere, and Margaux came the following spring to Herman a...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Dec 2008 20:27:00 GMT |
Plan |
seething withRAGEthe claws, broken, arms weak, and a migraine coming on, And there is NO way out is there?...This is notgoingaccordingtoplan.
Posted by on Sat, 29 Nov 2008 09:37:00 GMT |
Carousel |
We move silent, phantom still, swift but careful, evading the eyes behind us. We are cold, frightened, drained and sleep deprived, but we must keep moving.The ground beneath our feet is wet and ...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 22:25:00 GMT |
Traffic |
this spring,I found myself wandering, aimless and sad, down a busy city street at dusk.The headlights floated, ghastly will-o-wisps moving in pairs and single file lines, and I stood amongst them, bet...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 22:02:00 GMT |
