fiction category
If only I could try a little harder
12 February 2010How does one begin to write a book? Grammatically correctly, obviously. I think there’s a story inside of me, or maybe I’m that story. Looking out from this mass of… stuff, I want to try and let you know me, but I’m not sure how. I mean, what me am I talking about? I could [...]
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Untitled
4 December 2009They cut it out of me today. It had grown so thick and so fast that no exploration was needed before they broke me open; they said they could hear it when they placed their ear against my belly. They didn’t need to tell me, of course; ever since it had, with tender violence, anchored [...]
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It’s all in my head
27 March 2009“Hey, are you there?”
*nothing*
“Hey, hello, can you hear me?”
“Who, me?”
“Yes, you. Thanks for answering, I suppose.”
“You’re very welcome.”
“So, er, are you growing in my head?”
“Growing? No. At least, I don’t think so. We stopped growing and started deacying a while ago now.”
“We? There’s more than one of you?”
“There’s only one of me, but there’s one [...]
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the bugs
23 March 2009In the between of infinite realities, the bugs have their existence. The clarity of their world embraced the resilience of form, placing it at the apex beyond the necessary. There, nothing is before. When thought cristalizes, becoming reason, the catalyst is that place, dappling minds with the faintest of warmth.
The detritus of minds, born of [...]
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The unread collection
12 February 2009They’re glaring at me. Sitting there exuding an air of malignant accusation, bloated with knowledge, opinion and imagination. How dare they. If it wasn’t for my benevolence they would still langour amongst brothers and sisters, mocking each other with an incisiveness that only the self can exact. But then I soften my apprehension, like relaxing [...]
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