“I killed you! I killed you! How are you still alive!” Herbert’s hand trembled as he gripped the mouse, the glow of the arcade screen made everything in the room disappear. He was alone with the game and could do or say anything in that anonymity. “These bullet-to-target ratios are whack. Can’t believe they released this as beta Read More
Mittens leapt from her master’s lap when he made a funny noise. She ran to the kitchen table and jumped up with a calm demeanor, licking her whiskers. The greasy hands of her master made her feel unclean. Master was making more loud noises when he looked out the clear barrier to the outside. He put his face to the clear barrier. There was a sparkly light coming from the large box place next door. Wispy steam floated into the sky from the large box thing. Her master made the noise, “Fire” followed by “All dead?” Mittens saw her jangly toys, looking untouched and innocent Read More
Often, I would daydream to forget about all the bad things that were happening. Always hungry, always in pain I couldn’t look at the others at the table because it would remind me of my own stomach pangs. Their faces were just as twisted as mine, wrought with personal anguish and hunger. Was there ever a day where we didn’t wear grimy and disheveled expressions Read More
“Good morning, Faith. Today is National Junk Food Day. Would you like me to order more donuts?” The automated voice chimed when she walked into the room, groggy and bitter.
“No.” Said Faith, sitting down on the couch and yawning loudly. Yesterday was National Broom Day. Could the notifications get any more boring Read More
“It’s spreading across the east coast, hitting DC the hardest. Patients are exhibiting signs of delirium and jaw soreness. On top of losing some verbal control and inhibition.” My lab partner, Eric, was drawn into the hysteria of what they were saying in the press Read More
Everything sucks, thought Brian as he got out of bed, groggy and numb from the night before. The empty beer can fell to the floor when he went to grab his phone off the charger. His head was pounding but he needed something to wake him up, something to energize him. Twelve notifications chimed when the phone finally turned on as he sat on the toilet. Most of them were Likes on his posts that he quickly swiped away. The Instanews app opened automatically, based on the phone’s learned behavior Read More
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