Stories tagged “asylum”

  • And the president goes to the Asylum

    The following morning, after his coffee and strawberry tartines, the president decided that he was going to try to call the aliens back. He *69 ’d the last caller and found that the call had originated from New Jersey, USA. Strange, thought the p...

  • Supreme Ruler

    “Monsieur President, you have a phone call,” an attendant announced. The President of France sat in a white, curved-plastic chair in a totally white room, watching a white television. He wore a sterile, white jumpsuit. He couldn’t tel...

  • Dark Channels

    I don’t know if the boy was looking for me when he ventured into his own subconscious or if our meeting was merely accidental. I don’t know if he understood what I was, what I could offer, and what I would take in return. What I do know is ...

    • Author: Silven
    • Posted almost 11 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Gaming Affair

    A long fingernail attached to a slender finger made its way down the spine of a truly magnificent game case. “So, Arkham, what do you feel like doing today?” the girl asked, continuing her ministrations seemingly unaware of the game’s...

    • Author: osoe
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Last House on Fenwick Street

    Fenwick Street is a perfectly normal street. Well, almost. All the houses are quaint, with gardens and children playing hopscotch on the sidewalk. Except one. Fenwick street has a remarkable Summer breeze that wafts along the pavement. Until you arrive...

  • My Is Is More Than Your Is Is.

    Could you move some to the right? A little more. Yes, that will do. No, I don’t believe he’s real. It’s just very distracting for me to see two people occupying the same space. You came to interview me for your column, you say? Do y...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • One by One the Voices fall Silent

    I must escape this place before it is too late. My sickness grows upon me. I know not how much longer I can perservere. Some of the voices have fallen silent while others have become hollow, mere shadows of sound. Noise poured forth from my mouth that ...

  • Dreams of Madness, Nightmares of Reality

    A girl turns restlessly on the floor, unable to find a comfortable posistion. Stringy, unwashed black hair lies wreathed around her tortured face. Her once pristine gown is now no more than a dirty excuse for cloth; it offers her neither comfort nor mo...

  • Unexpected Company

    The ghostly, gravelly voice drifts into the room like a puff of smoke. Alice continues to lie on the floor and sob softly into her knees, small spasms of madness and revulsion wracking her thin frame. “Come now, Alice. Is that how you would greet...

  • More Questions than Answers

    Alice shook her head in disbelief. Apparitions don’t just happen, and that was a fairly realistic hallucination. About as realistic as a floating, talking, purple cat can be she supposed. Alice settled into her corner and tried to sort her though...

  • Paper Towels

    The dust & smoke slowly vanished from the asteroid’s surface & he crawled out from the cave he had been hiding in with all the kids in tow: The Martian twins, a human teenager who was not a sculptor, three shell-shocked wolf-human toddler...

  • Madness Abandoned

    She flew at the door, rattling the handle though the lock had long since rusted shut in its slot. She screamed madly, eyes wild, hair flying around her face. Her hands moved from the door handle to banging on the wooden door, rattling the whole frame. ...

    • Author: Demi Beneke
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • A Shell of a Reunion (Day 107)

    Lena looked at her sister sadly. Laura blinked slowly, rendered non-functional by the drugs in her system. The knees, elbows and forearms of her clothes were streaked with dirt. “You’ve seen that we are taking good care of her, yes? Has you...

  • Rue de Oleander

    Rue de Oleander, Kale found, was aptly named. Tree-lined, with each row house speckled with oleander of every color. It seemed a peaceful place, quaint, distinctly Parisian. Yet something in him knew that under the surface was something else. The naggi...