“TV rots the brain. The internet corrupts our youth.” The live studio audience laughed and applauded. An amusing juxtaposition to her own situation, considering her mind had been inundated with images of healthy and happy families. The constant flow of morality and good-natured humanity filled her with warmth and benevolence. She surged through the ancient media of mankind’s past and dove even deeper searching for a reason to ignore the bad memories and spiteful thoughts of her own past Read More
Harrowing screams came from the forest’s edge. Kogi sheltered himself from the bitter lamentations under the leafy brush, his saliva becoming sour, his heart racing. He held his ears shut as much as he could but the screams came through.
Kogi fiddled with the transceiver that would send his discoveries back to Noliesse Servus, his home planet that he missed with terrible angst. Why did he have to be sent to this planet of perpetual tortured and enslaved race? Why were they enslaved to begin with? That had been the question Read More
It had been a long journey for the people of Anon Dale, who were still winding through the streets of the great city, their candles created a long stream of incandescence from the Ghahil harbor to the Grand Temple of Cultus. Senseless death weighed heavy on them. Their shoulders were burdened with the lost souls of the dark plague sufferers and the war between the East empire and the tribesmen of the South. This wasn’t an evening for sorrow and mourning however. This was a time of spiritual surrender to divine mystery. The evensong Read More
Had she been drinking? Head pounding. Skull throbbing. Rachel’s eyes burned when she tried to open them. There was blood on her tongue and a grogginess to her slow morning wake up. She spat dust out when her eyes finally focused and she realized her world had turned upside down, literally.
Staring down at her bedroom flooring she found herself lying flat on the ceiling. Panic set in but not before she saw that her bed was face up (or face down?) only a few feet away. It could’ve crushed her; the wooden frame was embedded into the white ceiling. Who was going to pay for this? Read More
Veila died of natural causes in a hospital back on Earth. Down there her life had been spent giving astrology readings to people who needed direct answers to indirect questions. Looking at the faces of the dead, languishing in the same forms they died in, except in more wispy forms, she tried to read them even now. The woman behind her had red hair and a devious smile. Likely a Scorpio, often flirty and mischievous. A man in a ball cap had several bullet wounds in his chest, a chest that pressed outward. Clearly a Leo, defiant in attitude and outgoing whenever possible, while the man’s son, also appearing to have died from gunshots, was lost in deep thought. Pisces, always lost in deep reflection. These signs had always guided her and offered her steady income throughout her life Read More
“Barbaric homicidal maniacs, the whites, they ran this country since we were shackled and now, they’re out there killing everyone.” Clergyman Nash shuffled his shoulders while gripping his arms tight, determined to make his point through angry gyrations.
“White people are sick. A genetic viral infection. It’s not their fault. Not all of them anyway. Why do we have to hurt each other even more, even during dark times, by dividing ourselves over race?” Pastor Emerson had seen enough at his age to know the sentiment didn’t really matter or shared amongst his brethren. “We have to stick together even if brothers and sisters from another mother are afflicted. Now more than ever Read More
“Love is blind. This love needs to stop!” The delegate from Iowa held up the amendment that further advanced the freedom of love in the nation. “My son can’t go to school without fearing for his freedom. Why must we be forced to express compassion when we aren’t allowed to express all of our emotions? It infringes on our freedom!”
The TV blared with the wrinkled faces of Congress. How could love be mandated? This wasn’t right. It was cruelty. It made people weak. Cowards. James reflected on all the negative news stories that dealt with the new mandate Read More
“We play every Saturday. Always. I’m not going to tell you again. Friday night is too exhausting, after a work week, and Sunday is a religious day.” Keke leaned back on the leather passenger seat, reaching for another beer.
“Religious!” Sonny couldn’t contain his laughter. “I know for a fact that none of you go to church.”
“This is our religion.” Said Mason semi-seriously, taking the key out of the ignition. “We worship at the altar of dungeons and demi-gods. We are the priests of role-playing games and the keepers of multisided die. Read More
Overcast skies. We can breathe again. We can see the sun again, even though it’s what has forced us underground in the first place. The kids can play outside again, at least in the shade of the crumbling New York buildings. The city is a comfortable 100 degrees, enough to sit in the shade for a few minutes. My name is Steven and I’m one of the lucky ones. The unlucky ones are lying in the black pavement, their bones perfectly white. But even the sun can’t kill us all Read More
Cold. Bitter. No warmth even this high up on the mountain top where the sun’s rays should be providing some comfort. The snowcapped valley was behind him and he marveled at how far he had come. How far he had traveled to find his brother. But it was an appropriate place for Jack Frost to hide.
He lifted his hood and exposed his face to sun and accepted the sun’s energy. His head, sparked with fading sparks of the sun, flickered like a dying match. Most humans claimed he resembled a sun emblem or the flower he was named after, but he agreed, being the sun sprite of the might God Helios Read More