He stumbled out from the bathroom, drenched in ichor. “I just killed God.” “Cool,” I said. “Hey, while you’re up, can you grab me a soda from the fridge?” He nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. I laid back on the couch and turned on the television. Good as new, I thought. Killing the celestial creature seemed to have done the trick. “Hey Chris! Are there any chips left? Can you grab those as well?” I called. Chris emerged from the kitchen with a soda, a beer, and a half-empty bag of chips. He collapsed beside me on the couch, handed me my soda and chips, and popped open his beer. The divine liquid that covered his body was slowly hardening on his skin, giving him a golden shine. “Is the TV fixed?” he asked. He put the beer to his lips and gulped down most of it in one go. “Yup, look,” I said as I flipped through the channels. “No more lag, the picture looks great, and I swear there are more channels on here than before.” Chris nodded sagely, as if he knew this was going to
The beeping, which had at first caused my palms to sweat and my legs to tremble, was now nothing more than a constant dull throbbing inside my skull. I closed my eyes and let it pulse through me, a grim reminder of the inevitable. We were small and weak and foolish and there was nothing we could do. Outside my porthole window, frozen bodies spun like snowflakes against the darkness of space. Their unseeing eyes bulged and their mouths screamed endlessly into the abyss. I could not bear to look at them. They were my crewmates, my friends. And they died screaming. Who would remember them, I wondered. Who would tell their stories? Who would scratch their names onto bland headstones guarding empty graves? Who would hold the drooping shoulders of their loved ones as they listened to an unremarkable eulogy dedicated to the wasted lives of unnamed martyrs? Who would care? A distant explosion rocked the ship. I tensed, waiting for the blast to push open my bedroom door and fill my lungs
This was the first time in my entire life that I had wanted to kill someone. I was actually pretty impressed – for me to have gone this long without wanting to squeeze the life out of someone else with my bare hands was quite the feat. I’ve always considered myself a pretty calm person and I guess this just goes to prove my point.
“Madison!”
I was jerked away from my thoughts by his voice. I looked up from my hands and towards him.
“Madison, are you okay?”
I pondered this. It was an interesting question – am I okay? I stared into his eyes. Is it okay that I just imagined pinning him to the ground,
Eleven Ways of Looking at Fire by corndogs-dont-lie, literature
Literature
Eleven Ways of Looking at Fire
I
Among the dark and the ancient
The fire flickered,
Bright and unafraid.
II
I was of many minds,
All screaming,
My head alight with fire.
III
The fire grew, unfeeling and strong.
It watched silently as they burned.
IV
Fire is lonely and hungry.
Fire and death
Are one.
V
I could not choose on a winter day,
A cup of warm tea
Or a soft blanket
The crackling fire
Or just after.
VI
Snow filled the windowsill
With lofty sheets of white.
The shadow of the flames
Rolled back and forth across it.
The tranquility
Written in the dark
An undeniable peace.
VII
When the fire fell to only ashes,
It marked the beginning
And the end.
VIII
At
Happier is Better by corndogs-dont-lie, literature
Literature
Happier is Better
The pale sun rose above the horizon and shone bleakly over the starch white buildings of Neighborhood 23. Inside the tall walls of the Neighborhood, a tour group was readying themselves for a long day of walking and listening. In the identical white buildings fat, sweaty bodies lay in their beds, not ready to wake up until much later in the day.
Everyone in the tour group was well dressed, with tights and ties and clipboards. They were researchers and investors and connoisseurs. The leader of the tour, a man by the name of Mr. Fisk, wore a shiny white lab coat with a pair of glasses neatly tucked into the breast pocket. He smiled at the gro
He stumbled out from the bathroom, drenched in ichor. “I just killed God.” “Cool,” I said. “Hey, while you’re up, can you grab me a soda from the fridge?” He nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. I laid back on the couch and turned on the television. Good as new, I thought. Killing the celestial creature seemed to have done the trick. “Hey Chris! Are there any chips left? Can you grab those as well?” I called. Chris emerged from the kitchen with a soda, a beer, and a half-empty bag of chips. He collapsed beside me on the couch, handed me my soda and chips, and popped open his beer. The divine liquid that covered his body was slowly hardening on his skin, giving him a golden shine. “Is the TV fixed?” he asked. He put the beer to his lips and gulped down most of it in one go. “Yup, look,” I said as I flipped through the channels. “No more lag, the picture looks great, and I swear there are more channels on here than before.” Chris nodded sagely, as if he knew this was going to
The beeping, which had at first caused my palms to sweat and my legs to tremble, was now nothing more than a constant dull throbbing inside my skull. I closed my eyes and let it pulse through me, a grim reminder of the inevitable. We were small and weak and foolish and there was nothing we could do. Outside my porthole window, frozen bodies spun like snowflakes against the darkness of space. Their unseeing eyes bulged and their mouths screamed endlessly into the abyss. I could not bear to look at them. They were my crewmates, my friends. And they died screaming. Who would remember them, I wondered. Who would tell their stories? Who would scratch their names onto bland headstones guarding empty graves? Who would hold the drooping shoulders of their loved ones as they listened to an unremarkable eulogy dedicated to the wasted lives of unnamed martyrs? Who would care? A distant explosion rocked the ship. I tensed, waiting for the blast to push open my bedroom door and fill my lungs
This was the first time in my entire life that I had wanted to kill someone. I was actually pretty impressed – for me to have gone this long without wanting to squeeze the life out of someone else with my bare hands was quite the feat. I’ve always considered myself a pretty calm person and I guess this just goes to prove my point.
“Madison!”
I was jerked away from my thoughts by his voice. I looked up from my hands and towards him.
“Madison, are you okay?”
I pondered this. It was an interesting question – am I okay? I stared into his eyes. Is it okay that I just imagined pinning him to the ground,
The Disappearance of Arthur by corndogs-dont-lie, literature
Literature
The Disappearance of Arthur
It was quite a strange day when Arthur disappeared. Usually the day someone disappears is an average one, one on which no one thought someone would disappear. It should have been unexpected; it should have been something that could happen to anyone. Something that you never thought would happen to you.
But with Arthur everything was different. Arthur was peculiar to say the least. He was smart but quite a fool and a lady’s man. Well, he thought he was a lady’s man, he wished he was one. Arthur was a man who could have been everything and was everything.
When Arthur disappeared, I wasn’t particularly surprised. Arthur had a
he fell
weightless
into the dark abyss of space
it was cold
and quiet
and
he could feel the air thinning
the ship fell with him
opposite
falling farther
1000 points giveaway!+A grand prize. by ni98, literature
Literature
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