Monthly Archive: January 2017

The filthy cameras followed them everywhere they went and recorded everything they did. No one knew whose cameras they were. Those sort of resources weren’t supposed to be available anymore. Ever again, some said. They weren’t drones exactly. But they…
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It was a pile of pants that led to the time machine. An actual pile of pants in the corner by the laundry basket. Seymore James Hollingsworth the Third was sorting through every possible pants pocket, looking for two coins…
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I don’t even know what really started it. One day I was a sometimes wannabe author who didn’t actually spend much time writing, and the next day I started writing a new poem every day and kept it up for…
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He wore dark sunglasses, and he used a white cane to tap the ground in front of him before he moved. I thought, what the hell? I may as well give it a try. So I sucked in my breath…
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The sarcophagus is a toxic time bomb, but I’ve got a titanium spoon and a wooden bowl, and I will eventually get through to help take care of things. Tap, tap, scrape…tap, tap, scrape…tap, tap, scrape… The sound has become…
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It didn’t seem like much to Dribbler. A meat sac keels over here, another keels over there. What’s the difference? Meat sacs were keeling over all over the place, rotting like busted open pomegranates, staining and stinking up the place…
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It’s early morning, just before dawn, and I’m leaving clothing behind me like breadcrumbs, every few blocks a piece at a time. First I placed my black wool watch cap at a corner on top of a blue mailbox. That…
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We were carving up the carrots, orange and yellow, some as large as watermelons to begin with. Some as large as logs. Tully was especially good at it. With his blades and lathes and fine chisels for touch-up work, he…
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“This behavior will *not* be tolerated!” baaad little Chia the goat. “Oh, yeah?” squealed Tippecanoe the tortoise. “And you and what army are gonna stop me?” “Broccoli,” baaad Chia’s big sister Millie, who usually said nothing and just chewed whatever…
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I figured complications only get compounded the more you add to the mix. And boy was I wrong. But more on that later. Little Bastard was the first trouble. Born with an extra gene or synapse or emotion. I don’t…
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