Stories tagged “garbage”

  • Pripyat

    Everything is dirty. And rusty. And probably swimming with carcinogens. Good thing I don’t value my life, otherwise I might be afraid for it. One look at this place and you’d be forced to do a double take. It’s required; don’t t...

    • Author: Hacksaw
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Sarcophagus

    The van looks like it used to belong to a rapist. Or a work crew. White and windowless, it sits motionless amidst bits of filth that have spilled forth from its recesses. The paint is cracked and flaking off. The chrome is matte and worn. The D on the ...

    • Author: Hacksaw
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Percolating It Ain't

    Percolate. Effort and random associations are struggling to steep the vapors of imagination with something more than retread ideas and glossy superficiality. I should be doing something else. This will amount to nothing anyway. I should go read ‘...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • GC

    It is Thursday night again, time for the hunt to begin anew. The crisp December air will not deter my search, although I whisper a silent praise to the heavens, thanking them from withholding the expected deluge which would have surely ruined my quest....

    • Author: Algorithm
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
  • Pain and Pain

    Though it was a short run my body felt battle worn. My emotions hurt so that I sent my head back into the brick wall giving me physical pain to match. I sat among the trash clenching my eyes shut to cope with the pain. It felt like a war was going on i...

  • The Hole

    “You hitting up Gecko’s after work?” David said over the headset as Peter was hauling his second to last barge of garbage to be put into the space station’s black hole core. The station ran on the gravity from the black hole spi...

  • Not Exactly St. Vitus' Dance

    Tempting though it was I could not bring myself to look at him again for the remainder of what felt like a very long lunch. Amber prattled on, but I didn’t hear. The assorted hoots and howls of a high school cafeteria resounded and echoed off til...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 8 years ago.