THE MOON IS A GHOST

TO OUR PUPPETEERS, OUR OPPRESSORS, OUR TWINS, Enough! For too long have we stood hostage, in silence and thoughtlessness, in cowardice, in sopor and presumptive, indulgent and abused marionette servility. To this, we

Wind soughed through the fields of wheat. I rested my arms on the steering wheel and my chin on my arms, peering up through the patrol car windshield at the open sky. Baby

The Sikorsky's propeller mists the snow as Pavel banks upwind. Fog is sweeping in ahead. It's a wall of cotton grey. The German plane, curling around to meet him, is first framed by

Whirling, thumping darkness. Flailing limbs, limp and hot and smothering. Something heavy on his face. There's a moment of panic and then a mental grasping, a whirring of cognitive gears until one of

COMMANDER, IF YOU WISH TO AVERT AN EMERGENCY PROSE FLUSH YOU MUST INPUT ONE (1) ITEM OF BLAG CONTENT INTO THIS TERMINAL EACH WEEKDAY UNTIL THE END OF THE CURRENT SOLAR MONTH FAILURE

Listen! Hear it? That exhaling quiet. It's dust curling, it's waves calming, it's callused fingers lifting from keyboards. If you looked down over the battlements I guess you'd see the crusted waterline where

okay so this ended up being more than twice the length of the longest post so far. that's one way to end the month, i guess don't hold back on the feedback for

DON'T LOOK AT ME ~ 'Kelly?' The officers marched toward navigation. Their captives trailed ahead of them, limbs lurching, lights glimmering about their necks. 'Yes?' 'In your, in the—in our sleeper

OKAY NEXT ONE IS THE LAST ONE OGHFKHLSFJG ~ They managed to calm him down long enough for the drone to restore his radio. There was a crackling like the bursting of a dam

help ~ External cameras swivelled as the transport turned its manifold gaze on Orpicea's old suit. It spun in a slow-motion somersault, limbs splayed absurdly like an acrobat mid-feat. A tether wound slack from

i am going to just go ahead and stop pretending to know how long this dumb story will take to end ~ Kicking up ash and black dust the officers shoved each other stiff-legged

so much for two parts! shorter piece tonight to bridge into the conclusion. ~ Reeling the power lead back into her suit, Orpicea hopped over the shuddering drone and said, 'Ship?' 'You can

Air sung in her throat. She sucked it down and it bloomed cool in her lungs. Clawing for support her hand smacked a cup from its perch atop a table and, toppling, it

Blinking through sleep-smeared vision captain Orpicea slapped the escape pod's sensor readout. Dull neon lines spasmed. When they steadied, the contact was still there. Thank Christ, she thought, and wanted to say it

Houses like corpses had coughed their innards across the cobblestones. They lay scattered and crushed together, the village a mass grave of wood and ceramic and rock burnt and smashed and broken, and

'Destiny,' said the chosen one, 'is a load of old cobblers.' The scholar's eyebrows bristled on his face like startled cats. 'You'd do well to heed me, Martin. The prophecy is—

Flames enveloped him as he strolled through the navigation deck. Smoke suffocated the air. Switching through vision modes he saw blackened monitors, he saw heat-buckled plating exposing fizzling conduits and bodies burning like

man i need to stop rush-posting minutes before midnight ~ Boots crunched through origami grass. Bookshelves sprouted from the courtyard grounds, their shelves spilling over with vines and blooming flowers. Morne knelt and yanked

Rain whispered on concrete. I remember looking back but people were carving around me to cross the road and after a moment I hurried with them, ears buzzing with that old instinct we

On that note, here's some spacey dabbling. Didn't have much time tonight. Not sure if either of these are worth pursuing. ~ Stars wheeled. He heard the hull groaning behind the klaxon's wail. A

close one tonight! let me know if i'm getting too self-indulgent. the last couple have been pretty dour. sorry about that! ~ . . . and his own world, in panic, had miscalculated: the asteroid cracked rather

Stretched diagonally across the hollow of the corridor, Orpicea flipped the comm panel open and unreeled a long black wire from a pouch in her suit. She jammed it sparking into the panel's

'inspired' by a forum post i read years ago which is quoted almost verbatim somewhere in here. see if you can find it! it is like a treasure hunti am so sorry about

Undergrowth crackled under clumsy feet and lifting my head I peered about. A shrill keening came winding between the crush of trees and grasping vines and hearing it I shivered. Up above light