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Joined December 2010 and calls vignettes home.

193 stories, 5 challenges, 312 comments, and 56 friends

an implosion of thought

Stories

  1. The Pedestrian

    He picked up a pair of baby shoes that had somehow found its way to the top of an overflowing trash can. He looked at the shoes for a long moment, trying to decipher its history. Realizing doing so was a paper chase through the fecundity of his inventi...

  2. MIDGET SEX!!! (Mature)

  3. The Collapse (Mature)

  4. Whirling Knives (Mature)

  5. Psycombat (Mature)

  6. Heists for Guns

    Johnny Reznor walked into Munitions Unlimited Inc. and ordered an Infinity Series no. 2. The receptionist looked him up and down and sneered. “I’m sorry, sir, that would require much more money than you are used—” “Cash,”...

  7. The Ribbon (Mature)

  8. Metamorphosis

    It ran from her in rivulets, twirling in the fantastic gravities of the supercluster. Most of it boiled away in the heat, but what thin streams remained flowed long and strong, flickering with shoals of worlds, alien yet familiar in their patterns. Upo...

  9. The Infinity Series No. 1

    For an upgrade you may elect to purchase a planet. Yes, you heard me right! In addition to the unlimited range miniature wormhole embedded inside the Infinity Series No. 1, the package includes a planetwide ammo storehouse. A tungsten alloy rail circle...

  10. Adverts in Action

    The wino drudges in the downpour, a bottle of cheap wine affixed to his lips. He tucks his coat close in and steadies his battered hat as he dodges the adverts. The adverts swarm the wino, curling around his head like luminous sea creatures. Their sens...

  11. Advert

    Powered by lithium aluminosilicate coated nanowires, the pulses from a precision made nano transistor processor will regulate the configuration of the nanotubes, causing them to stiffen in any position as needed. A rotaxane engine, not unlike a propell...

  12. The Tome of Time

    Dripping, mouldy Chester Chadwick emerged from his final resting place, brushed the dirt from his decayed trousers, and surveyed the seedy graveyard with a critical eye. He observed jagged yellow tombstones covered with undecipherable writings jutting ...

  13. With a Whimper

    The city is quieter than ever. It is strange to not see any cars queuing at the McDonald’s across the street. A newspaper pirouettes on the asphalt, its folds following complicated patterns of the robust wind. In the backyard my dogs circle well ...

  14. In the Company of Friends (Mature)

  15. In the Company of Friends (Mature)

  16. Bullet Hell

    The Ignatz, turning on a dime, banked right at a hundred gravities, pirouetting in a wide parabola. Krazy Kat slunk within its slipstream, weaving a lattice of energy weapon beams and FTL magnetic rail gun projectiles. The Ignatz, subjecting its pilot ...

  17. The Circus

    The poor were ferried into vast orbiting reservations to live like rats in a warren. The mad, the suicidal, the desperate were encouraged to join the Circus. When there weren’t enough people crazy to die, there was a lottery. Saakaar Chaturvedi h...

  18. Witchy

    The miserable old bound crone. Her eyes are great evil coruscating rubies. He, She, and It, her trio of incompetent, disparate, yet well-meaning abductors argue. Chanted through the crone’s clenched gag are discordant, guttural, and painful syl...

  19. And Here You Go, Again

    Round round round the merry-go-round you go, so many times the wet warm splashing to a halt with a connate slap in cold fluorescent glare and laughter at baby you boiling with pure pissed off and you grow up kicking at dogs and breaking windows, become...

  20. Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush

    In the white hot incandescence of anger, your thing we call soul like moth to streetlight, away from death hanging on to that lashing frail thread of vengeance’s lust, back, back, back, your life unspooling to a connate snap where a white cold glare ...

  21. The Grinning Chiaroscuro

    A stranger approaches you one night. Perhaps you are alone under the only lighted lamp in a shadowy streetcorner, or it is an empty bus you ride, sullen in your seat and feeling the late hour. The stranger approaches you with bead black eyes and a voic...

  22. The Medallion

    Noah gasped. The cool metal on his chest had warmed. Inside his optical nerve lights independent of his thought sprang forward assigning variables. Catalogues of composition, size, mass were made, distances measured. Information streamed from the envir...

  23. The Cave

    The last Ojibwa led Noah through the columns of oak. Shafts of moonlight gave the forest floor ghostly patches of bone white. Kebe stopped at a yawning blackness. He reached behind a fallen log and withdrew a heavy duty Maglite. The light played across...

  24. The Ojibwe

    Vomit spread out from the kneeling form of Noah like a surrealist painting. The fire had gone to embers, and the wind was cold in his sweat soaked hair and clothes. Christ! What was that? A noise from the forest line startled him. A man emerged. Vomit ...

  25. Roman Candles

    It was a falling dream, only he was falling away from the Earth, his cozy campsite and the surrounding forest rushing away with incredible velocity. Rivulets of light sprang from his flailing limbs, swamp gas green. The moonlight glazed river twisted s...

  26. Northern Skies

    The leaves were changing colour. Noah believed he was somewhere in the north continental United States, maybe Wisconsin. It would not be a good thing to have to deal with winter here. He resolved to drive south as soon he could. But first, the river. T...

  27. Bob and Fred

    Bob and Fred met Trouble and Doubt in the fair after visiting the fortune teller who said ominously, “When in trouble, when in doubt, run around, scream and shout.” Later that night, Bob gave a thumbs up signifying “I’m in Trouble”...

  28. The Ark

    Dust, the taste of ashes, and endless road. Noah’s hair had grown long, and the slight paunch that he worried about for the most of his young adulthood had gone away. He strode purposefully, despite having no real direction, in carefully patched ...

  29. Pickup Street

    Bertha struts sexy she thinks in orange fishnet stockings and blued eyelids peering from a canary yellow feather stole. She strolls the debris swept streetcorner, henpecking for customers. They come up to her in sleek sedans that creep away. They retur...

  30. The Showers Don't Work

    “Sie schaffen das,” his Kommandant says. His cap feels too tight, like a crown of thorns, his brow beaded with sweat like blood. The room is cold, but the forges of Hell bakes his flesh. Children! There were children! His knees threaten to ...