Museum Misunderstandings

Standing in the Natural History museum, two people (Person A and Person B) are viewing different displays. Nearby, a large group of students are chattering, filling out papers for school, and pointing at different displays. A: Did you see that-- B: Dinosaur? Yeah, there’re a lot. A: They’re a lot…

Everything

What if everything you’ve ever read was something that was secretly about you? Every news article, email, ad, all aiming towards you and intended to be about you. What if the person next to you, supposedly just typing on their keyboard, is writing about you, hoping that you’ll read it?…

Night Swimmer

By now, I bet he’s dead. At least, I hope he’s dead. The man who seasoned my cups of tea with garlic and who left his paychecks at the piano-- yeah, I hope he’s dead. I was getting sick of his knit white turtlenecks stained with what I hoped was…

Do you copy?

Space, do you copy? [typed string0="Space, do you copy?" string1="Over." typeSpeed="40" startDelay="0" backSpeed="40" backDelay="500"] [typed string0="Copied." string1="Over." typeSpeed="40" startDelay="4000" backSpeed="40" backDelay="500"] [typed string0="And... What do you see?" string1="Over." typeSpeed="40" startDelay="8000" backSpeed="40" backDelay="500"] [typed string0="Star in sight..." string1="Over." typeSpeed="40" startDelay="12000" backSpeed="40" backDelay="500"] [typed string0="Any other characteristics of note?" string1="Over." typeSpeed="40" startDelay="16000"…

Reach

I don't usually question things. Usually. Because usually, I'm sitting at home. Alone. With my dishwasher screaming in one room and my washing machine thundering in the other. With the sunlight blinding me and my chair binding me, I have no reason to leave my computer screen for "the great…

Objection

"Objection," Council whispered. "I beg your pardon?" "Objection," he said louder, his chair sliding out from under him as he stood up. "Objection, your honor." "Well, what is your objection, Council?" the Judge asked. "My objection? Well isn't it obvious, your Honor?" the Prosecution asked. "Obviously not," the Defense said,…

Dearest

Dearest Johnathan, I hope this letter finds you well. It seems as though all the letters I have sent previously had made no progress; but one must not let the angel fly far without wings. Noella's success seems to be less because of her own intelligence and more because of…

Funeral Tissues

It never occurred to me how many tissues are kept in a funeral home. There are hundreds, perhaps thousands, always stocked and ready to be re-stocked when ever someones comes by. Funeral homes are so specific. What other place is so specific to one situation that everyone knows exactly what's…

Eye Stones

I don't know why I thought so, but it was all breathtaking. Every place I thought I already knew in my motherland was seen in a new light, a new bright light, overtaking any other memory that tried to push its way to my attention.  "We're headed to the College," they…

White

White was too pure for me, even then. I couldn't handle it. I couldn't take the fact that if something- anything- touched the wall, then it was ruined. The whole thing. Because you can't paint over a white wall. The spot you paint over, if you do, will look newer. Whiter.…

Coffee Talk

I tapped my coffee mug impatiently, my gaze lost on the greenest grass outside. "Where do you think words go when you burn them?" Arabella paused. "...What?" "You know," I said, taking my fidgeting hands off the hot ceramic. I put them into a tight ball. "When you.. burn them?"…

Just Beyond June

"I could sit here forever," she said. "I could just sit here forever." "Could you?" I muttered, hugging my knees. "Could you really?" "With you?" she smiled brightly. "Of course." The sun burned. It burned my face, my skin, my heart, my soul. It burned to the deepest core that…

John

There were thousands of islands. The curve of the Earth did not limit the expanse of the water nor the innumerable islands. Each one looked hand-crafted, if anyone were to have such large hands, and seemed similar, but not exactly the same. I tilted my head, reaching my hands out,…

Records

No one believes me when I say that I live in music. Every move that I make is to a certain beat and time stamp, depending on the mood of the room. In my kitchen, I'm listening to light pop, in the living room there's an orchestra, outside there is…

Wall-y

The stories they tell are the best I've ever heard. They're scary unnerving unhearable unbearable unheard of speechless. Their word are simply a jumble of sounds; of noises, of white noises that glow in the blackness dark of the house. I brought a lantern one time. It didn't help. There was…