The Mountain’s Poison is Sweetness, Too
An ancient, toxic poison requires a new guardian.
Punk’s Not Dead
Around me is complete chaos. The soldiers open fire, bullets everywhere. They’re better armed, but we’re out of our fucking minds.
Alamogordo
Concerns are being raised over the new treaty between Russia and North Korea…
Pricking of My Thumb
If it moves, fire on it.
Followers
The more followers you have, the more important you are.
Daily Gratitudes
What if we all just took a few minutes of every day to be grateful?
The Ledge
The best spot on the ledge is still just a spot on a ledge.
Cherry-Blossom Droid
A common proverb is that time heals all wounds. That is true only for humans. For them, memories fade into dull generalizations. For us droids, memories are always reproducible with uncanny sharpness, and they stay with us for as long as we live: forever.
Impurity
Bill has spent a lifetime surviving in a desolate world by whatever violent means each day necessitates. Now he seeks a new life beyond the walls of the enigmatic Colony—but he wonders: What will it cost him?
Escalation
Two women – one old, one young – seated at a table inside a small room, playing a game. Overhead a black drone equipped with two cameras buzzes quietly. The women talk to each other in a friendly way and touch the game pieces tentatively, as though they are still learning the rules. The older one is dressed in all-black; the younger wears white. On each of their necks is a small red mark – perhaps an insect bite, or a wound that’s halfway to healing.
Outside the room the rest of the world watches, seized by terror but unable to look away.