When I was younger and had more time to dive into my fiction and world building, I would often practice the craft by selecting three objects or topics to write a piece around. I feel that I became quite good at it. At the time, I called it "writing to the three" and I even … Continue reading The Flower Girl – 1-Hour Draft
Nightmares V
Again with the vivid... Evidence seems overwhelming that my changing positions during sleep due to my bruised ribs are causing more vivid and sustained dreaming. I have yet to have a night since the accident that I don't have some epic, wildly vivid dream. There's still a chance that it could be due to the … Continue reading Nightmares V
Nightmares IV
I suppose it has been a while since I've written here. I'm okay. Last Thursday at around 0200, I hit my head on my tile floor and woke up bloody and bruised. I'll have a nice scar on my right brow. So, I've got that going for me ... which is nice. But, I'm okay. … Continue reading Nightmares IV
Vestiges
There are people in this world that make it easy for us to to turn the word "human" into something pejorative. These are the people that would have you believe that selfish pursuits are our pinnacle, that greed and lust for power are virtues. These are people that don't see humanity for what it has … Continue reading Vestiges
Day Forty – Sword and Shield
Back when it mattered, back when corporations could still lie to your face and politicians weren't the subservient eunuchs they've thankfully become, there was a bit of copypasta making the rounds that really drove home what advocates of gun control had been trying to get across to the rest of the world. It went something … Continue reading Day Forty – Sword and Shield
Day Thirty-Nine – Damnatio Memoriae
"And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book." - Book of Revelation On Thursdays, Gil Chambers left his place … Continue reading Day Thirty-Nine – Damnatio Memoriae
Day Thirty-Eight – Gehenna
The impact of the plasma round against the retaining wall sent shrapnel through Cool Monkey Dataskunk's cloak. His stunt flip off the wall had been effective as a dodge, but at the cost of his high dollar accessory. Upon landing, he dropped the canvas bag he was carrying to the ground and angrily ripped the … Continue reading Day Thirty-Eight – Gehenna
Day Thirty-Seven – Pampers For All Us Kids
The light was painful and unfamiliar. It nipped at the eyelids and chewed the pupils of the newly awoken. Conditioned air knifed at the fugitive's exposed skin; starched cloth, bright white, irritated the rest of its body. It involuntarily cringed in the chair it was strapped to. The impulse to curl into a ball fought … Continue reading Day Thirty-Seven – Pampers For All Us Kids
Day Thirty-Six – Entanglement
(Artwork: Zdzisław Beksiński) This is the last glorious day. The sunlight knifing through the smoky interior of the building that shelters the last two humans in existence has a distinct redness to it. This is the last fantastic day for the human race and its two final members, together at last, together at the end, … Continue reading Day Thirty-Six – Entanglement
Day Thirty-Five – The Everlasting Mister Rolo
Record 2 – Pushing Daisy The building was small and tucked between more architecturally pleasing constructions. It was bare – grey and featureless, save a small logo positioned haphazardly just next to the building’s single door. When Rolo had first been contracted to perform services for Ulysses Robotics, he had difficulty finding the location. He … Continue reading Day Thirty-Five – The Everlasting Mister Rolo
Day Thirty-Four – The Mysterious Flamingo of the Tundra
They say space ruins relationships. I believe it. I’m not talking about personal space, even though they might be. I don’t mean that his demand for guy time away from her coupon clipping is the spark or spur to the inevitable divide. I don’t suggest that two people perpetually intertwined for twenty-four hours out of … Continue reading Day Thirty-Four – The Mysterious Flamingo of the Tundra
Dreams XI
Change is inevitable. Nothing you do will change that. Paradoxically, the inevitability of change is the only thing that doesn't change. Remain static and the world—the universe—moves on without you. I always slip back into this blog with the intention of making it a regular thing, but I typically only find time at the beginning … Continue reading Dreams XI
Dreams X
I haven't had too many memorable dreams of late; however, I did have an odd dream last night that had some strange details I have been able to hang on to into the morning. I have never watched an episode of Avatar: The Last Airbender, and I couldn't say with any confidence that I even … Continue reading Dreams X
Et tu, Ides of March?
A year ago, I made my usual March entry noting with increasing nods of the knowing that March is my launchpad month. Slayer of Winter, art thou here again? Alas, I had no fucking clue what was about to happen. Last March launched a series of non-events that have left me in a lurch of … Continue reading Et tu, Ides of March?
42 VI, or The Pleasures of Change
As I sat in my chair today, a mysterious feather-thieving wind whipped through my office. I had been distracted before its arrival—by many things for many measures of time—and came to full attention at its most subtle stirrings. I did not see this wind, nor did I feel its suggestion on the hairs of my … Continue reading 42 VI, or The Pleasures of Change
Dreams IX
I had another traveling dream last night, but this one was significant in its difference from past dreams. In the past, my travel dreams have been about places I know—familiar places just offset from reality by a few clicks. These dreams have a tendency to have a lot of roadblocks and pitfalls. It is in … Continue reading Dreams IX
Update
I don't really have time to write this right now, but there's a buzzing in my head. I need it to go away, and I know this will do the trick. There is an increasing amount of anxiety building up within me right now for a number of reasons. In the past, this anxiety would … Continue reading Update
The Routine
I have a problem. I can't just do things. A lot of us have this problem, but intrinsically, it's different for all of us—it's unique. It has taken me probably thirty years of struggle to finally realize and accept that I am a horrible, horrible perfectionist. Not only that, I've also realized and accepted that … Continue reading The Routine
Nightmares III
Stand still while I bludgeon you with a series of sudden blog posts after a prolonged silence... In this post, we continue to explore the recurring denizens of my nightmares. We've explored the Black Dog, the Bears, the Snakes, and Xenomorphs. This time we'll look at one of the most fearsome of the recurring denizens, … Continue reading Nightmares III
Dreams VIII
As far as tropes go, the idea of infinite parallel universes is a fairly persistent and timeless one. I mean, paradise, heaven, hell ... alternate universes of a sort. As time and our culture has progressed, the concept has undergone some refinement, from the collection of Star Trek episodes across all series that feature alternate … Continue reading Dreams VIII
Godhood of the Infinitesimally Small 