Occasionally the god idly thinks that it might be next. Though what the god meant by next, they could not say. Exhaling, the god sinks into the pose; the god’s body is a cacophony of pain; a quilt work of suffering, angst, and despair. People think being a god is easy, that you are omnipotent,… Continue reading The Second Door
Author: singram1028
Apple Communion
My daughter walks over to me. I’m still lying in our hammock. When she reaches me, I slide over and sit in the hammock sideways, gesture with a head nod, wordlessly asking her if she wants to join me. She doesn’t of course. This is how it starts. It’s always the same. She walks over,… Continue reading Apple Communion
Prometheus 21 (a dream)
Early in the Prometheus 21’s mission, before his ‘accident,’ Jones had made a fuss, asking questions about exposure levels and radiation poisoning. Then Jones lost his right arm on one of the larger exterior service armatures and bleed to death in space. After that no one asked any more questions about radiation levels. We aren’t… Continue reading Prometheus 21 (a dream)
By the Red Chair
“The fabric on that chair is red and blotchy,” I say. She ignores me of course. She’s ignored me since I first kneeled down here at her feet I don’t know how long ago. It’s been a while I’m certain of that much. It feels like hours, maybe longer. The whole time she’s has cried.… Continue reading By the Red Chair
A Cup of Joe
“I’m telling you, you’re seeing things! There’s nothing there! Just let it go already,” Terry says to me as she turns her attention back to her phone. “But I saw something, I know I did!” I say as I slowly pour the milk from my new coffee mug back into a tumbler. “Watch please.” I… Continue reading A Cup of Joe