Archive for August, 2014

wannabe assurance

August 31, 2014

On the day of his scheduled deportation they took a walk among the flat food crops and discussed his work on cataloging all of the possible nominative cases, which he would now have to abandon.

strangely empty

August 30, 2014

A contest for the thickest nut milk resulted in the unexpected exhaustion of the nut-bearing tree. A nearby king thinks he can exploit this and sends a spy with a load of the now-vanished nuts.

unknowing particpant

August 29, 2014

How could we know when we arrived that what they were doing with us was a sex act. All of their breeders have retreated. No new generation will be born unless we do something.

flow back

August 28, 2014

The smuggler was stopped on the shoulder of the road collecting the polluted slush which he would later mix with others from his travels to spray on his vehicles in totemic ritual and distill down to a polycrystalline elixir which he fed to stray cats he had caught for the purpose.


deduction harvest

August 27, 2014

She knew she couldn’t hide another male so she extracted as much sperm as she could, killing it in the process, and rigged a mechanism to fertilize eggs by hand. After her friends were arrested, she beseeched an acquaintance of her mother’s to hatch the eggs so she wouldn’t be discovered.


August 26, 2014

The magazine article played up the hardening of the sand there, which drove away the procreational tourists. The author didn’t believe it was a side-effect of the spontaneous generation. He thought it was the cause.

circulated disappointment

August 25, 2014

The couple were surprised to be expelled from the club for desecrating the cast fossil of the ibis. After all they thought that was the whole point of the club. But everyone else understood the unwritten rule. The point was to walk up to the line to be reassured it was still there.


August 24, 2014

“There was something about you that told me you would make a good pen pal,” she wrote.

“More likely something about you. Something inside you. That little voice is yours, not mine,” he replied, which made her laugh.

She had seen him on the street, panhandling in front of the drug store where she frequented the soda fountain, and she had given him a card with her address on it. When he had tried to visit her house he was driven off by her father, who wielded a rifle. He kept the card though and in his next city he decided to write her a letter.

close up

August 23, 2014

Sweat ran down his stepmother’s chest. The chemicals he had to have in his bath soaked into her skin, and made her sweat smell funny. They didn’t soak into his skin. He wondered why. Maybe he smelled but didn’t notice. Maybe it was because he was a boy. The chemicals made rainbows on the top of the bath water. When he thought of certain words he could change the rainbows shape. But that upset her.

measured reply

August 22, 2014

To commemorate the irradiation of the camp, we donned off-the-rack costumes and took our sticks and bats to the cardboard buildings set up on the riverbank. Who wore which costume and wielded what kind of club was much debated in the assault trial, which we all believed was malicious prosecution taking advantage of the mute child.