Monday, February 17, 2014

Some things are never acceptable

Why would you even say that?
What? No!
That's horrible!
No, I didn't- not like that!
Like what then? Because it sure sounded like that!
No, I mean, it- I-
What? Why would you ever think that was okay?!
Look, I didn't think it through!
No, really?!
It just slipped out! It sounded better in my head.
Really? Really.
... okay, no, I just- I really didn't think it through.
No, you didn't.
...
It's NOT okay, alright? Do you get that?
Yes.
DO you? This needs to be absolutely clear!
Yes! Alright?! Just... can we drop it?
... we're coming back to this. This isn't over.
God. Fine, whatever.

Monday, February 10, 2014

We'll have to get back to you

Now?
No, not now.
No?
No.
Why not?
You know.
No I don't.
Well, maybe not now...
That's why I asked.
Well, I can't tell you now.
Why?
I'll tell you later.
Not now?
No.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

To wander, to roam, that is who we are

The stranger in the suit waved energetically as they approached. He declined their invitations to sit or have a drink, claiming that he was comfortable as he was but don't let that stop them.

After pleasantries were concluded, all parties turned to business. They wanted certain goods delivered in a timely manner; they began to describe the cargo to the stranger, only to be cut off. He didn't care for details other than where to take it and how quickly they wanted it. It wasn't rudeness on the part of the stranger, not intentionally. There was just a constant desire to go, to move, to act.

When they told him where it was to go and their schedule, he laughed and promised that he could be there and back in half that time. They argued, saying that it took that long just to get around-

The stranger interrupted with a scoff. He explained that he didn't go around, he went through.

Shocked silence.

But the disappearances, the effects, the madness..! Again, the stranger scoffed. This was nothing new to him. He'd gone in laughing, and only come out laughing louder. He could handle it.

The negotiations were changed after that, and wrapped up quickly. As the stranger took off in his spaceship, they turned amongst themselves and shuddered, at the strange, mad human they were dealing with now.

Monday, February 3, 2014

Never say goodbye. Never.

COME BACK HERE!
No! Leave me alone!
STOP RUNNING!
Aaah!
WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!
I just- I- I- leave me alone!
RAWR!
Oh god! Oh- oh dear god!
WHAT WILL YOU DO? HOW WILL YOU SEE?
Stop asking! It's- I- I'll figure something out!
COME BACK! JUST... come back.
I can't!
Please..!
No!

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Words would only filter the truth

They meet. They touch. They love.

They wrap themselves in one another, lost to time, to everything around them. There is only themselves and the other.

Eyes closed, away from it all, the world shrinks to the warmth and comfort they share. The gentle rise and fall of breath. The long, slow whisper of skin on skin. The smells caught in hair, behind ears.

Time passes. They love. They love.

Monday, January 27, 2014

Don't see that everyday

Okay, I think we can- huh.
Huh? What's "huh"?
This. Right here. See?
... huh.
I know, right?
That... is that-?
I'm not sure, but I think it might-
WHOA!
What was THAT?
I- I don't know!
What was that?!
I don't know!
What do we- that was- no. No.
Calm down. We... we can handle this.  I'm sure we can.
Right. Right. It was only- I mean, just for a moment.
Yeah.
Only a moment.
We can handle OH GOD THERE IT GOES AGAIN!
AUGH!

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Our positions will be reversed

You scream.

You can feel everything inside you shredding and unraveling. Your bones splinter and tear through your innards, before grinding themselves to dust. Your head deforms as your skull breaks apart, and the only thing keeping the froth that used to be your organs from fountaining out is the fact that your tongue has swollen to fill your mouth like a plug.

Your scream quickly grows muffled, then turns to a rattle, then dies away as your vocal chords and lungs are reduced to so much pulp.

You die in utter agony; a sack of pulpy blood, in perfect, unblemished skin.

I laugh.