“You see that big pointy building over there?” Says Dad. “Yes. What is it?” Asks his son. “What do you think it could be?” “Is it a pole for tying Hindenburgs to?” “Good guess son, but that’s not what it is.” “Does it shoot laser beams to talk to extra-terrestrials?” “Another good guess, but not … Continue reading The Carillon
“Bong!” There are footsteps. Then again. “Bong!” More footsteps. “Bong!” No, it’s not a bell-ringer practising his repertoire. It’s a farmer walking along his row of water tanks. “Bong!” Footsteps. “Thunk!” The last tank in the row is half full. It’s barely enough to supply the house, let alone the livestock and the crop. The … Continue reading The Big Instrument
The mass spectrometer shows the presence of organic compounds, brass and a little bit of steel. The technicians have used the top-notch lab machine that doesn’t even need to make contact with the specimen being tested. It can scan the specimen from a distance. It’s safer that way, considering the fact that they don’t know … Continue reading The Enigma Device
Rory has hypermobility. No, it doesn't mean he's super-fast. It means his joints are overly flexible, and all the connective tissues in his body are very stretchy. It gives him access to a bunch of cool party tricks. Rory is so stretchy that he can suck his earlobes, he can almost tie his eyelids in … Continue reading The Story of Rory
My sister always liked to dance since she was a little girl, when there was music on the radio or the TV she would whirl around with little steps, keeping the rhythm. My father always invited her to dance when we visited friends and family. She even won a prize for dancing. She was graceful … Continue reading The Biscuit
This tale is a response to Marisa – a Friend of a Friend I am a house. I used to be the best house in the neighbourhood. I had two bedrooms when the rest had one. I had electricity when the rest did not. I was surrounded by apple trees when the others only had … Continue reading I am a House
This happened to a friend of a friend of mine. The music was playing loud and clear. The windows to the garden were open. Marisa was not allowed to mingle with the other girls from the neighbourhood. Why? Who knows? Maybe her parents believed that they were more important than the other people living in … Continue reading Marisa – a Friend of a Friend
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