Potter was originally published by Cinnabar Moth in their e-Zine. (https://cinnabarmothliterarycollections.com/) Potter pottered as he emerged from the charging unit. Of course, Potter was not his real name, but it was his chosen name. Why would he have wanted to be CSC-UN-DRN-476B when he could be Potter? Why Potter? Two reasons: he liked the stories…
He examined his crop. Wonderful. They were not pure, well not yet, but still so beautiful. Suxamethonium had at first seemed the perfect drug. Unfortunately, the paralysis effects were short and fatal. It was not that being fatal was an issue; it meant the process was over too soon. Then he saw the note. Just…
Father Thomas, ‘The Priest’, said the last few words of the service as the coffin was lowered into the ground. The breeze blew gracefully through the trees. The finality of death and a display of the fragility of life. Buried and then displayed for all to see. A display that would last longer than the…
Tim was sitting alone in his room, cradling a gun. The room was small, and the lighting was dim with the black curtains pulled shut. The lack of light did not bother him; he liked it that way. Locked away from the outside world so that he could live independently was what he considered the…
Madness. Is it the cerebral cortex of calamity, the whole cerebrum, or something more? I think about this as I watch the light reflect from the silver point. Maybe it is a part of the brain we have yet to explore. Like the ocean’s depths: so close, and yet, so far. We humans like to…
There is nothing lazy about the brain of a crazy. Never stopping, always tipping, always tapping, quietness coming, start the flapping. Now the hurry, quickening with the worry. Did I do well? Did I do Right? A Light! Smother it with night. Darkness engulfs, brewing and breeding my madness cult. Now the pain; the thoughts;…
Paradox. (Working Title) By Lee Wilson. Prologue. Time is broken. From the dawning of man, time flowed like a stream. One direction only, heading from the past to the future. The flow of a river that can only run in one direction: from the tip of the Big Bang to the estuary of the future.…
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