Stories tagged “isolation”

  • Buying Time

    CALL 1-888-BUY-TIME A static frame displays a grassy knoll encircled by lofty trees; a father with outstretched arms, a flying disk hanging in midair, a teenage son readying for the catch. In the foreground; a little girl in pigtails, her hands held be...

    • Author: BiC
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Cost of Flight

    Call me Old fashioned Melancholic Traditionalist Life is a soup Time flowing flowing flowing down down Caught in the current Awash in chronology We thrash bash crash Call me Just call me Don’t go Bob a while Here Some dash We dart Get away away F...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
  • Spiral

    Blaise had died a year ago today. And it was all her fault, she told herself. After his death, she became a new person, a mere shell of the bold, outgoing girl she used to be. Now, the world was lucky if she left her room. She had transferred to an onl...

  • ∞ Buy1n9 T1m3 ∞

    CALL PROGRAM; BUYING TIME Processing… Image; >static frame >>grassy knoll >>>lofty trees encircle Father’s arm; >outstretched Flying disk; >hanging >>in midair Teenage son; >readying >>for the catch Li...

    • Author: BiC
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
  • Pilot

    A pilot’s life doesn’t have many constants. It’s a lonely life; always flying from one place to another,but never stopping long enough to have real relationships. Until Marie, the longest I’d kept a girlfriend was two months. I&...

  • 2. Tantalus of the Telephone

    Isolation lingers by me. I’m in a glass booth, surrounded by telephones. At least one of them begins ringing every 40 seconds or so. Sometimes many ring at once. I cannot reach any of them. Nobody is within earshot, but I can see multitudes just ...

  • 3. The Origins of the Genders

    Mars is said to be where men come from; Venus, where women come from. I don’t know where the others are supposed to come from. People refer to men and women all the time, but nobody will say where I was born or why. Nobody can hear me. Nobody se...

  • 4. I Laughed Myself Away

    Comedy often makes us laugh, if it is done well. Curiously, so does a jolt of sudden fear, if it turns out that the shock was needless and especially if we have been seen in our vulnerable moment and feel self-conscious. Maybe some of the best comedy ...

  • 5. An Image Under Glass

    Campfire, you say? Did I hear someone speak? Picture this, traveler: this is a metaphor. I was tossed onto a raging campfire. It burned me up. This campfire was society. It consumed me. Now I am ashes, preserved forever in a jar. Mount Saint Helen̵...

  • 6. Powers of Communication; Powers of Imagination

    Test your powers of imagination further, traveler. It doesn’t matter that you’re an apparition of my imagination now, settle down. Stay. I’ve no one else to talk with. Picture a device for communication that would allow you to speak ...

  • 17. Conclusion: My Dark Campfire

    I PILOT my FEAR from EARTH to MARS, I hurtle through SPACE at the SPEED of LIGHT SOCIETY may CALL to me from afar; But I RUN through DARKNESS in my fright. I’ll never calm my DAUGHTER’s FEARS, Or take PRIDE in her laughter at a COMEDY show....

  • Lightning Strikes

    Call me crazy Call me smart Call me fun Or just a waste But as I dance in tears from a dark gray sky My heart beats faster than a drum Faster than the wisps that keep hummingbirds afloat In air crisper than a freshly baked Warm apple pie Pulled seconds...

  • The Big Adventure

    “Hey dork, it’s 2 in the afternoon. Why are you in a sleeping bag?” “Nuh-uh, it’s a submarine. I call it The Big Adventure.” “Big adventure, huh, in the middle of the basement floor, Darryl?” “Nope,...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Song of the Sea

    The silence got to me first. The darkness was nothing new. Space was dark, only punctate illuminations at an infinite distance. I rather liked that. The nagging of the ship’s body was only a trifle. The AI had predicted retaining hull integrity w...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Company of Birds

    I see the birds. They swoop in gentle arcs, all grace and streamlined elegance. In flight their voices remain mute. Once nestled on a rooftop here or a hesco there a stacatto song erupts, call and response between a dozen of them. Some are small, chika...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
  • Birthday Girl

    Today is my birthday. Not just any old odd-numbered anniversary mind, but the centenary. The big 100. Traditional congratulatory letter from the Queen imminent. (Apparently the letter is ‘personalised’, but surely they use a generic templat...