My email loaded an unfamiliar inbox. There was one message, subject: “September Microfiction Entry”, dated today, October 1st. The body of the email below. The myelin sheath pulses beneath my nano-drone’s grasping appendages as the impulse shoots past, segmented lightning crystalizing ahead. Another frozen white splinter joining the fractured void, fading slowly. The spinal fluid…
Author: Brian
Vast and impersonal
There is a vast, impersonal, cosmic force. There is the great throng of humanity. And there is you. “It demands we capitulate to it. It will not let you through unless you give it what it wants. On the other side is paradise” part of the throng says. “You must bend to its will or…
I woke up a month ago and it occurred to me
That I loved myself. That I loved myself so much that I could no longer see the hate. And I don’t know when it started. I wiped my eyes on my pillow and went back to sleep, giddy.
You Find a Book – 2
You set I Will Plant a Lilac Tree in your Chest and the scrap paper back on the nightstand after looking through its pages for several minutes. You’re not sure why you spent so much time looking through it. You simply did, and felt… better for it. Satisfied, like scratching an itch, or stretching long-idle…
I’m ashamed
If I’m completely honest, I’m shocked I haven’t killed myself yet.
Being in Hate with Yourself
[Regarding a screenshot, with text about negative self image and apologizing for existing] I’m in a much much better place mentally than I ever have been before, but these kinds of behavior, and the insecurity, anxiety, and low-self-worth that drive them, have been with me since middle school, and probably always will be. It is…
a puppet who holds his own strings
I am a construct made of glass and strings- a bizarre assemblage of sharp and tinkling shards that resembles nothing so much as a broken pile beneath an empty window when there is no magic in me. But, in some mysterious way animated, I pull my own marionette strings, and awkwardly hoist myself from the…
Ish of Lenorte
Soldier- Bandit- Grave Robber- Cleric. Raised in a culture of valor, honor, and pride, Ish’s younger years were spent waiting for his chance to take part in the battles and wars that raged nearly every summer between his native Lenorte and the neighboring city-states. When his beard finally grew in and he looked old enough…
I’m Still Here
It has been a shamefully long time since I posted anything, so I thought I’d break the mold by posting something, even if it is ages old. If you’re reading this I hope you’re doing well, or at least have good memories of when you were.
The Office
there is a tree branchin the second floor restroom.this Jobs killing me