GONE FISHIN’

Carson Fisher sat at the edge of the rickety, grimy vessel, fishing pole hanging loosely in one hand as he wiped a tear with the other. There were exactly two thoughts fighting for supremacy in Carson’s brain at that precise moment. They were: A. The hope that his soon-to-be father-in-law wouldn’t notice the result of his being literally bored to tears, and: B. The tragic … Continue reading GONE FISHIN’

THE PERFECT SOCIETY OF TOMORROW OR: HOW I LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE THE HERD OF JESI

Marvin Newbury had been fucking around in an empty field when he found it, absent from the last class of the last semester of his high school career. He didn’t know exactly why he skipped out, or why he chose the old barren field on the outskirts of town as his destination, but he didn’t really care. He didn’t think he could stomach another second … Continue reading THE PERFECT SOCIETY OF TOMORROW OR: HOW I LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE THE HERD OF JESI

MORTAL COIL

CRACK. Was it a branch this time? One last holdout felled from the burnt-out husks of the saplings that encircled the area? He was foggy, and he couldn’t remember anything. What did he need to remember? His brain was on fire with the effort of recall. The ropes dug into his wrists. He couldn’t see their purple hue with them behind his back, but he … Continue reading MORTAL COIL

Y̵͗̎͊̒̈́ͩ̀͢O͊ͮͦ͒̉ͬ͜͞U̽̌́͗ͦ̿̃̀

In the beginning there was Yͨ͗ͩͯ͟O̴̯̳̝̙ͬ̂̊Ư͕̣̬̼͚̋. A lot of other people say a lot of other things came first, but who are they to decide? Do YȌ͙͕͕̙͔̀̌U̵̮̠ remember anything before Y̵̼͉̆́̾O̭̺͇͋Û̟͈̥̀͒? I didn’t think so. A number of things happened to Yͧ̒ͭ͊͏̖͉O̦̻͓̥͎̒̐̉͛̇̈́U̮ͮ̿͜ along the way. Some of which were pleasant, others you’d rather not recall. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter. What does matter is that Y̏̎͝O̖̱͚̩͛̉Û̟̙̂̌͡ are here right … Continue reading Y̵͗̎͊̒̈́ͩ̀͢O͊ͮͦ͒̉ͬ͜͞U̽̌́͗ͦ̿̃̀

A DROP RETURNED

In the third century LE, mental incarceration became a thing of the past. Speaking for the Bureau of Interdimensional Beings, Larry Fleming was practiced in the art of lobbying for a cause he never had a stake in. But what started as a paycheck turned into a belief when Mr. Fleming lost his wife. Thirty years, two kids, and the God he wasn’t sure existed … Continue reading A DROP RETURNED