Archive for October, 2015

mumble collection

October 31, 2015

The cabin’s windows offered picturesque views but were quite drafty. I spent a day of the vacation traveling to nearest town to get supplies and re-sealing the window frames. The next morning I discovered small perforations in the caulk.

deposit on subjugation

October 30, 2015

My second turn at accompanying someone through the bombed-out ruins. I had a good thing going. No one knew exactly what was on the other side, but they believed for whatever private, unique reasons that it was better than where they were. At the start of the journey I was their helper. By the end they were broken. Even though they were my creatures, I couldn’t read the expression in the eyes of the ones already there when they saw a new inhabitant struggling next to me: was it the relief of seeing someone with whom they could commiserate? Envy of another mouth to feed? Contempt of a veteran for a noob?

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combined triumph

October 29, 2015

The style of breath was a gelatinous invitation. Case-sensitivity made the certificate worthless. Non-linear sedimentary layers pointed to intervention. The beggars were let in nightly to make the rounds of the prison.

mainshock

October 28, 2015

I had volunteered to leap down a quarter of the down the crevasse. I had overbid in my estimate of my abilities. Now the swelling in my ankle wold not go down. I was afraid something was broken, though the pain was not great, only a dull background pain. One of the quiet girls on the team went off to gather some berries and painted my ankle. She called it a coded stain.

square consequence

October 27, 2015

Employees were told their instructions were sealed in a brass tube in a shack at the extreme southern border of company territory. No one had yet returned to tell what they were. There were many speculations to explain the lack of returnees: “You are free”, “Go on”, “Stay”. He had been through many scrapes by the time he got there, but it wasn’t until he finally found the instructions that he was really afraid. They read: “Go back”.

cross-trees

October 26, 2015

The flags bristling from the prow of the ship marked it as one of the vessels used for safe transport of victims, respected by all. But the ghost of gnats through which it was drifting gave cover for a new operation.

shivering sect

October 25, 2015

The Bay of Sighs was named for the many bordellos which took firm root there before any local government grew large enough to find the leisure to concern itself with continence. Many bastards were born in the Bay of Sighs, and many of these took to the sea. To call yourself a bastard of the bay of sighs would have been enough to impress people with your seamanship, if there weren’t so goddamn many of you. To call yourself a bastard of the bay of sighs who had sailed the opium sea, which was on the other side of the world not to mention the other side of two hostile navies, was another thing.

coccus verbile

October 24, 2015

Those who have been through the infection lose most emotion, and find themselves able to think much more clearly. They prefer their new state, and would propose infecting the entire world, but wonder if it is just a form of bias on their part. The rational thing to do would be to conduct a study, with two groups: one infected, and one not; then measure their prosperity along several parameters.

high pressure area

October 23, 2015

The lynching team spread out and fanned out into the three meter grass. The traveler crouched down still and gnawed on his gnawing strap. He could see one pass by a piece away. Then he carefully took out his tinderbox.

berdashes

October 22, 2015

The princess set a condition: any man that would court her had to live as a woman for at least a year before she would consider him.