Writing
A collection of short stories, and novellas for your reading pleasure.
Deus Ex... Mentis. Epilogue.
Despite taking an extra long hot shower, Carol’s eyes were still red and puffy from her breakdown in the locker room. Richard had assured her that nobody would notice, which was a sweet little lie, but a lie nonetheless. She had tried her best to conceal the redness with makeup but now it looked like she had been crying and had tried to cover it up. Carol closed her compact mirror with a heavy sigh. It’ll be fine, who hasn’t had a mental break at work before, she figured? Her first stop was the
Deus Ex... Mentis. Part seven.
It was Richard’s turn to chase after a furious Carol as she made her way through the Ex Libris archives. Even the automatic overhead lights switched on with an angry thud as Carol strode through the maze of dark shelving. Aaron’s message didn’t say where in the archive they were so Carol had headed for the last place Tony had been working as a starting point. A single spotlight shone in the distance proving her hunch was correct. "Aaron!" She called ahead, "you ethically devoid shithead." Pain
Doom Scrolling
I hear the beating of hooves as I scroll lazily on my phone, half awake in the dirty morning light flooding in through my bedroom window. Distant at first, like fat drops of rain against a tin roof heralding in a summer storm, scattered, heavy, with the promise of more to come. Brief snippets of news interrupt a flow of cat photos, memes, and biting satire to talk about viruses, sickness, and quarantine. I scroll past it all, letting the pandemic fade into the distance, like a white horse gallop
The Impermanence of Suffering
Clay opened her eyes slowly as she came back from the brink of nothingness, her head pounded and her chest burned. She could feel the hard bed through the thin mattress beneath her and was vaguely aware of the heavy blankets covering her clothed body. After a while the pounding in her head gave way to the muted sounds of conversation going on around, but not directed at her. Clay couldn’t yet turn her head but she was aware of another bed in the room. The voices around her seemed interested in w