Stories tagged “asylum”
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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...
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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...
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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 ...
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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...
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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...
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The White and the Water
Grinning devilishly she tipped the glass over and watched the water rush across the white table surface and to the edge where it dripped unceremoniously into a small pool that swelled and splattered by the foot of her chair. This was entertainment at i...
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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...
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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 ...
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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...
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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...
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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...