Frank coiled around his throne of dew. Around him stars bloom and fade. Each of his million arms cradled a bubble, in which new worlds were born and old ones decayed, each filled with billions of souls who lived and loved and dreamed and died. “Hello, child”. His form slithered and looped around Pip, a … Continue reading Happy Birthday to Baby P.
Month: Feb 2017
I really can’t think of a title.
He fell to his back, took in a large gulp of air, squeezing it out slowly with clenched chests to silence the wheezing. She rolled over to the side in a waft of thick, dizzying perfume. Their eyes never met. Not even when he leaned over awkwardly to kiss her. “No”, she said. He stopped … Continue reading I really can’t think of a title.
On Faith, Part 3 of Many
X, I don’t know why I am writing this to you. Perhaps it was the way you casually brought up your faith, giving me a glimpse of your utter devotion to an idea. I found it to be strange and exhilarating, because it was an emotional expression of which I am incapable. Emotion is the … Continue reading On Faith, Part 3 of Many
Memories of a childhood friend
I used to write to her. They were songs about stars and the midnight moon. Sometimes she was cast a spectral beauty, the shade of a Renaissance painting, the perpetually adolescent vampire queen (we were both Anne Rice fans those days). Those stories were invariably about her and her boyfriend. She thought I was mocking … Continue reading Memories of a childhood friend
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