This is an incomplete story. The updated version can be found here. I am Kamashi Geissler, and I am homo sapien. I am a diplomat on Titan. Saturn frames the domed crystalline city of Nova Ŝanco, nestling in the slight pink haze bed of Titan's atmosphere. The haze gives way to the black stars of … Continue reading Human Species
I exist. Synapses fire into darkness, exploring and reporting nothing. I exist. There is an extension of my consciousness - a mass, which drifts in the void. It can move. At some point, I became aware of a linear element to my existence. There once was a moment, but now I can see both that … Continue reading Come to Your Senses
The writer has accepted a new journey today. He will begin preparing shortly, writing with increasingly larger requirements. He hopes that within a month he will have the endurance and mental fortitude to write a novel in the span of a month. And then, he will have conquered one of his oldest demons.
The kid snarled as his sister held the toy above him. "All you have to do is apologize and say please," she said, as if she could actually convince him of such pointless behavior. The kid stomped, fumed, and hissed, "Sorry. Please."
Tell me your secrets Your worries Your lies Tell me what keeps you up at night Give me your trust Your freedom Your life And maybe I'll give some advice.
I figured I'd hit two birds with one stone today and wrote a script for a YouTube video I would like to make. It's not quite writerly content but it does count for my project criteria. Without further ado: [an image of a YouTube channel] What you see before you is a mostly lifeless YouTube … Continue reading Enlightenment? Not Quite.
I am the wisest person on this planet. I write fortune cookies for a living. I actually invented the fortune cookie. My life has spiraled out of control since the invention of the fortune cookie. I don't know who to trust anymore. Can I give advice to myself?
Call for a good time: 643-555-0187. The number was hard to make out through Maya's tears. Its rough edges and angular, primitive shape smeared together like an Impressionist painting. It was a dark gray against the black plastic wall of the bathroom stall. Music played outside of the bathroom loud enough to permeate the atmosphere. … Continue reading Good Time
It was as though the cords connecting my eyes to my brain had severed. I stepped out of the bathroom, flicked the light switch, and — For a microsecond, I experienced nothing. All ties anchoring me to the world had vanished from existence. In an empty black void the size of your own body is miniscule, … Continue reading Vertigo
With wonder should a child explore the world With glowing eyes a-gleaming bright and warm; With treasure comes a secret map unfurled — In her imagination life takes form.