"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
"Yes, Chef," Remi Grismain barks. Chef Garret departs the kitchen to attend to something in the dining room. Remi watches him go, then sighs. With the last of the tomatoes cored and skinned, the apprentice dumps them unceremoniously into a blender and sets it for purée. He takes a moment, as the tomatoes turn to … Continue reading Day Twenty-Two – All Aboard for Stenotrophomonas maltophilia and Pancakes
(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
Time is running out and this is the zero hour. For you, the reader, it takes just a few seconds to make a lifetime of difference in the life of someone else, and I am politely asking you, if you are a fan of mad science, cacophony, and imminent destruction, to please donate even a … Continue reading Day Fifteen – A Public Apology for Events That Occurred on Easter 1993, Wolverhampton, UK
Driving into work this morning, I imagined this scene in my head. Again, as I began to write it, it was headed in a very different direction. After fifteen minutes, I wrote the last sentence that changed everything. --- Members of the 132nd Battalion looked out over the rolling expanse of land extending from what … Continue reading #3 – INVASION!
Trying something new. Every day I'm just going to sit down, turn on a fifteen minute timer and just start writing. I might write bits of other stories I'm working on, or it my be new material. It might be random, it might be planned. I just feel like writing. --- On Sunday the line … Continue reading #1 – Weekes for a Year
Some would say his gait had rhythm as he walked casually down the sidewalk, thirteen inches from the yellow curb. Some would say he knew the terrible thing about to befall the human race. Some would say his eye's lit up when the white light hit. Some would say he held onto his composure as … Continue reading Liev M. Takes a Casual Stroll Into Oblivion