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The Cliff

“I know you’re struggling, but I really need you to talk to me. I don’t understand how something like that could be affecting you in this way.” “I mean it shouldn’t be right. It shouldn’t. What can I do about it? But it does.” After a moment of thought, Here’s the only way I can […]Read Post ›

C-4758-A6950981

“The interplanetary body C-4758-A6950981—did I get all the numbers right?” she paused turning back to check her counterpart, “oh good,” she faced the visors again, “is just that: a wayward asteroid. Not even of great enough girth to merit the name, planetoid. And though it plays host to a single bacterium, it will never be […]Read Post ›

The Weight of a Soul

“And what is the weight of a soul? I ask,” Bart stroked the mustache which blossomed from his stiff upper lip like an unruly vine, “And furthermore, where is its residence?” “The weight of a soul is dependent on the sins attached to it. And——” “So the soul has no static weight, then?” “Why none […]Read Post ›

A Planet’s Pull

It was not the first time that the 2.5 hours of daily required physical regimen had been debated at legislative session. The regimen’s merits had been criticized and discussed in nearly every cycle since the Glaive had left its last system nearly 400 years earlier. “And why must we adhere to this rigorous regimen of […]Read Post ›

A Contest, of Sorts

“What did you say?” “Well, what I said precisely is not so important as that you understood I was in disagreement.” “Repeat it,” “Repeat what?” “What you said to me.” “What would that accomplish?” “Do we need to take this outside?” “I suppose we could, but to what end? Violence perhaps? What would that prove? […]Read Post ›

To Use One’s Wings

The land of Nodd was a hard and rocky place. Encased on all sides by craggy cliffs, Nodd was hopeless and harsh. The people, like the landscape, were lumpy, misshapen, and gargoylesque. That is, until one day a young boy was born. The exact circumstances of his birth are a matter of much debate. Some say he […]Read Post ›

The “Isms”

Post-Modern(ism) had taken off her suffix and would not put it back on. “Come now, Post-Modernism,” said Didacticism, “This won’t do at all. How are people to know what you are without expressing exactly what you mean within an appropriate system of signification. The whole system will break down, they will assume you are an […]Read Post ›

The First Elephant

The news broadcast pittered at just above a whisper.  In happier news this morning China has a new ornament for what has been an empty landscape, the first elephant, that’s right the first Elephas Maximus was birthed this morning. China says they hope this will be the first of many but the process is difficult […]Read Post ›

Horace Bulgroin

Horace Bulgroin slept with his feet uncovered. He was lying in his bed, nearly asleep, when he felt it–a warm hand on his foot. Horace tensed, but managed to control his breathing to maintain the illusion of sleep. The forced deep breaths seemed to take more oxygen than they brought in with each inflation of his […]Read Post ›

The Townfrit Murders

Elaine Townfrit had always been suspicious of her husband’s beard. Ever since it started growing it had seemed to have a mind of its own, and now that it had grown past his waist she was sure of it. Often it seemed to change position without him noticing. It would find its way into soups, […]Read Post ›

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