My phone is wicked! It runs on a modded battery and it has its own modded cooling system. I’ve just got to fill it up with hydrogen gas from time to time. That means I’ve got to run an electrolysis bath with a gas hood at home. I plug it into the wall socket for … Continue reading Wicked Mobile Phone
A child cries. Se doesn’t want to go to church. A dog barks. He wants to chase the motorcycle. A car horn sounds. The driver is tooting “hello!” The picture window is the perfect place from which to see it all, and it’s been this way for the last hundred years. The glass is so … Continue reading Picture Window
In a postmodern world, co-partner and co-partner go for an autonomous car trip through the countryside. Their child is brewing in a gestation facility in town, and it’s due for delivery at opening time on Monday. Co-partner says to co-partner pensively “ze will be the best thing to happen to us.” Ze agrees, nodding with … Continue reading You Can’t Say That!
There are little islands all around us. There are the kind in the sea that poke their heads above the water, but there are many other kinds of islands too. Many islands are ephemeral, like the floating icebergs that migrate through the seas, tumbling and turning as if they are living creatures. And then there … Continue reading Islands
The dirt track is bounded at its edges by a dense wall of melaleucas. Their foliage brushes the ground and towers metres above. The pretty red flowers contradict the spiky leaves. Pushing past the splintery natural boundary you find a clearing. You can be sure that it hasn’t been touched for hundreds of years because … Continue reading Do You Really Trust the Trees?
Ben woke from a dream to find himself in the middle of the scrub. The sun beat down. The genie in his dream told him that he was on the centre-line, whatever that meant. Ben also learned from the talking serpent that the carrot would sustain him as long as he made it last. Just … Continue reading The Forbidden Fruit
The writer pondered the field in search of his next writing prompt. If it weren’t for the steel fence posts the vista would probably look the same as it did two centuries ago. It’s still an old, wise land with endless stories to tell, but no voice to tell them. It was up to the … Continue reading Typical!
The invalid laments the loss of his mobility. His wheelchair is wider than his front door. Each day he mourns religiously before the vista beyond his window which calls and mocks him like a child rattling a bird cage. Everyone tells him how brave he is to press on in his condition. He’d end it … Continue reading The Sad Man Saves the Day
The man walks up to the open book, pressing his nose to the leaves. He smells it, scratches it, and even tastes it. It’s not a book of paper and leather, but it has quite the story to tell. The man adjusts his glasses, straightens his beard, flicks his suspenders and goes in for another … Continue reading Strange Way of Reading
An amorphous blob gestates in a furnace and is ejected at an inhuman temperature. It glows orange in its wooden crib. The ovum cools and turns red, before taking on its ultimate, translucent nature and revealing its iridescent innards. What is the creature that lives inside this curious blob of molten intrigue? It’s an egg … Continue reading Marble