Tag: fiction
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Fifty-seven
Two hundred years ago, I discovered something as our sun lay dying in the sky. A signal from far beyond, pulsing like the beat of an ancient heart. Calling to me. Beckoning me towards it. It brought with it the promise of salvation, of a new home for all of us. I shouldn’t have told…
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Fifty-six
I step out of the shower, the steam fogging up the entire room and obscuring the mirror. Water drips down my body, soaking the mat beneath me, and I grab my towel from the rack, wrapping it around myself before I shiver to death. The heat from the lamps in the bathroom can only do…
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Fifty-five
“Daddy?” “Yes, honey?” he replies, keeping his eyes trained on the basement door. We’re both sitting on the grey, cracked concrete floor of the room, with cobwebs in every corner and my own small, wooden bed pushed into a nook on the far wall. I’m holding the book that he gave me yesterday, open on…
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Fifty-four
“God, when are you going to get rid of that beard?” Charles let out a small groan as Lorelei’s voice awoke him from his deep sleep, rubbing his eyes and opening them slowly. He rolled onto his side, and there she was, next to him. Her long brown hair was wild and unkempt, as always,…
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Fifty-three
I think, therefore, I am. Descartes said that. Who is Descartes? I’m not sure, actually. Someone from your world. Someone a lot of people in your world believe to be intelligent. Was he right, though? If I think, do I exist? I exist to me. At least, I think I do. According to Descartes, that’s…
A Forsworn Fantasy 