(a.k.a. Why you should give a shit) A man sits on a couch. He’s black, like a lot of other people in the U.S. He hasn’t got a lot of money—like a lot of other people in the U.S. He’s sitting on the couch and he’s reading a book when suddenly he shouts at the … Continue reading KW.3.INTRIGUE
“Where are we going?” Now we emerged, out from under the curtain of the dark side of the moon and MG was dragging me briskly along. “We’re gonna find you a ride back home,” She called out over her shoulder, “How good are you on physics?” “Uh, I’m studying to be an engineer so…” “That’ll have … Continue reading Back to Basics
“Where are we going?” Now we’d emerged, out from under the black veil and MG was dragging me briskly along. “We’re gonna find you a ride back home,” she called back over her shoulder, “How good are you on physics?” “Uh, I’m studying to be an engineer so…” “That’ll have to do.” We hustled along until we … Continue reading Buffer
For an hour we walked, searching the barren Moon’s surface for signs of these elusive lunar bears. Honestly, I never really expected to find one, but apparently that was the problem. Well, according to the Woman on the Moon that was the problem anyway. “We’ve been at this for an hour, what’s the point?” She … Continue reading Single Bond
After Earth-gazing for awhile, the pair of us went for a walk around the Moon. Well, it was less of a walk for me than it was for her: I had to drag a stupidly heavy metal ball behind me while the Moon-Woman bounced around in an offensively carefree manner. She offered to help, sure, … Continue reading Anion and Cation
Before I landed on the Moon, I’d been in my room. Before that, I'd been downstairs with friends. On the kitchen table, unnoticed, a phone buzzed. "David, what’s the capital of Indiana?" "Uh—" "Fuck off, Thomas,” Henry interjected, just as David was answering: "Baton Rouge?" I laughed, and Henry shook his head. "Was that not … Continue reading Reactants
I started. Scrambling to my feet, I stood opposite the source of the voice: a woman poised not ten feet away. The ball was resting behind my leg, somewhat hidden from view. Not that it matters, of course; that’s just how I happened to be standing. “Who are you?” “Uh, nobody,” she responded, in a … Continue reading Lone Pair
(A farewell to Memory Lane) There is no degree of sorrow that can completely overshadow the beauty of the stars. When I awoke that night, I was still laying on the pavement in the middle of the cul-de-sac. Memory Lane was just as it had been this morning, just as cold and unwelcoming. My suit … Continue reading Shore Bound Gramophone
You can’t be serious. NO. THIS IS NOT HAPPENING AGAIN. I was back. Back on Memory Lane. The door that I’d just come from was the front door of (hell) Mailman’s house. I screamed. GODDAMMIT WHY? HELP and slammed … Continue reading Mail
I walked down a flight of stairs onto a dry, sandy cliffside. The hospital was nowhere to be seen. Behind me was the set of stairs with a hollow doorframe at the top. Across from me, at the edge of the cliff was a dock. It was metal, with steel beams molded into curves and … Continue reading Divergence
American Fables 