The Symptom and the Cure
He sits at the desk in the telecommunications facility, fingers hovering over the controls. One keystroke. The signals die. The internet goes dark. Sometimes for days, sometimes…
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The bar is filled, probably because it’s late at night. Light music is audible, but the chatter is almost noise, a sound that moves like music, impossible to understand. Peter…
Until Heavens Do Us Apart
In the sky, clouds appear from one side; they speak of rain, and yet they are depressed. The light blue sky, a cloak veils it, the house dissipates…
I Didn't Mean To
The exams had ended. The Willer family had a week away planned, a break, some fun. But for Welyn, the world felt flat. The first day, they went to the museum. Museums aren't…
The Long Vigil
▶️ Watch on 3Speak The suppression of logic dissolves those awesome woes, submerged like stones and perhaps there…
Loss of Breath
The cold stillness usually accompanied by the hum of crickets, sometimes tremors of feet moving along. Lights illuminate throughout the house, and there is a…
The hull, once chosen, cannot halt
It doesn't matter how much initiative is seized, how much might is procured, be it gallons of blood consumed. The hull, once chosen, cannot halt. I am able to assume still that…
The Corner House
Tim, along with his friend Nokko, decides to drop him off at his home. They had workshops that didn't feel like ending. It was already late, very past the usual school hours. The…
No Way Other Than to Trust
It's hard to distinguish whether the prevalence that lies all around us is a need or something supplementary carried over. No lie is the same, a lie told to a child, whether to…
Midnight Letters Prompt #24: What makes the night different from the day for you
Every morning the world is reborn, and every night it dies a little. We live inside a daily cycle of endings and beginnings. Life passes by in an instant. The present holds the…