He was odd, to say the least, and he would walk around hunched with this peculiar gait that made him look like a wounded war-veteran who limped. He seemed so absorbed with himself, and I often wondered whether thoughts buzzed around inside his over-sized head like flies circling a pile of garbage. He had this […]Read more "Onion"
We completed the creation of The Construct in the year 2240 A.D. We cannot describe what it is because no amount of explanation will suffice. Nobody can see it, hear it, feel it, or even prove that it exists, but it’s there. It took us almost a century to complete our work. We used the […]Read more "The Construct"
If you’re a poet (in the traditional sense), you’ll probably look at the stars with a hint of melancholy and pen an ode to an imagined lover looking at them in a different city. You’ll write about how you share a mystical connection with her that transcends the boundaries of space, but sadly not time. […]Read more "Acid Rain and Obsidian"
When you were young, you saw beauty in everything. She painted the monal’s wing a surreal aquamarine and infused the rice fields with layers and layers of green vivacity. You dreamt. You believed and reached for the apple of glory without Eve’s hesitancy. Now, older, you look at the street outside your apartment complex and […]Read more "Anathema"
There was a time when I whistled through the night sky in my sleigh; jubilant and possessed with a need to give. The children went to sleep on Christmas Eve with a smile on their faces because they knew that I delivered what I promised year after year. Love beckoned me, and I chased her […]Read more "Kris Kringle"
After receiving fame and honor for his verse in distant lands, the poet returned to his country, where the people who had once scorned and ridiculed him, ran after him like a gaggle of geese. He ignored them, but they didn’t leave him alone. They followed him when he went to pray in the forest; […]Read more "When the cicadas sang"
I’m an android who was created in a post-apocalyptic world in which alien moths had eaten up most of mankind. They arrived in little space ships which were the size of teacups and though the humans managed to swat a few; the ones that escaped emerged from their UFOs and ate people like a shoal […]Read more "The meaning of life"