(Read aloud) That thing by the screaming brain
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Story about No Body
No Body knows what’s happening to Any One and Every One wants Every Thing to be okay. So Every One asks No Body if Every Thing is going to be okay. No Body says Every Thing is going to be okay with Any One. But Any One doesn’t matter to Every One, only Every Thing […]
That’s It: The Postmortem Autobiography of Michael Daniels Molitch-Hou
That’s It: The Postmortem Autobiography of Michael Daniels Molitch-Hou by Michael Molitch-Hou The machines that they had been building went on for centuries. They were always the same machines, but, naturally, they took on different forms that would be unrecognizable to the following generations. A machine is a machine is a machine. That is not […]
The tower without error
The tower(s) climbed higher than ever before and were fortified of blocks of semi-solid Styrofoam, fully degradable by the upper classes who consider them less than worthy of the praise of higher authorities. A man with a beard about the size of forty had seen his fair share of weather; fairly often he shared accounts […]
Still Salt Water
“I’ve never caught anything that big in my life, Paul.” “You’re telling me. That thing was as big as a Buick!” “Yeah.” “Your father never even caught anything that big before.” Some silence occurred. “Thanks for inviting me, Paul. It was really great. I really appreciate it.” “Don’t mention it.” “It would have really meant […]
Death of the Hive Mind
This small insect spent a night of love and passion with what was considered by most horticulturists the most beautiful flower in the world. This particular breed of flower, which came from the ground and had roots that spread deep into the hollow Earth, populated the fields of Holland, underneath the windmills. The insect operated […]
Retraction man-delayed Reflection
September 16,
September 16,
Delayed by approximately 15 seconds or so was the reflection of Lydia Dulce delayed by approximately 15 seconds or so was the reflection of Lydia Dulce. She could no longer picture herself in her mind without feeling uncomfortable.
Gone were the days of flirtatious love and cocktail conversations. She could no longer picture herself in her mind without feeling uncomfortable. Gone were the days of flirtatious love and cocktail conversations. Here were the days of an inability to perform daily personal management.
Dreaming in Spectre-vision
Whenever it was that the was was, the I-thing received the everything through lovely little lenses. Sweatervests went one by one, “bye onsies and twosies, green eyed Lucies, and brown eyed floozies,” into the ground before the I-thing followed them down. They were nice while they lasted; the eye lashes but never entirely unpleasantly as […]
The story of Madeline
Madeline wore a smile on her… papery face. She stood calmly, legs firmly planted in place. “Where do the people go when they’re not around? Do they go on adventures or just out of town?” She thought about this, among other things, While at the dentist, for instance, Replacing her fillings. There was no simple […]
The Headwearer by Michael Molitch-Hou
On a night much like tonight, a woman by the name of Julie Andrews discovered that she had the ability to do something that no other person could do. The catch was, though, that she had to kill in order to do it. It was a relatively painless procedure for her as she was the […]
