"It is clear to me now that, owing to my unbounded vanity and to the high standard I set for myself, I often looked at myself with furious discontent, which verged on loathing, and so I inwardly attributed the same feeling to everyone."
-Dostoevsky, Notes From Underground.
Please be aware that many of my stories contain horror elements! Including those below! Common themes include the sea, athropods, social anxiety, and a feeling of artificiality.
The last time our kids were with their real parents was at the mall.
Read "Replacements" here!
The bone, under the flesh of the face— shaping the way that it stretches, bending it and keeping it taut in some places, making it slack and hang sagging in others, covering the skull in a kind of veil— mostly hidden, but shaping the folds.
Read "My Face" here!
“Well, if you aren’t going to tell me, I guess I’ll go see,” I said, looking forward to this memory-lost childhood activity.
Read "It's Nice To Be Back Home" here!
There are just the two of us now.
My newest story: Pump-Action Heartbeat, or She Hides Her Face Behind Flowers.
Another new story: Manual Disassebly, which was technically finished later but I started on it last year so it doesn't count. Sorry for not uploading a new story in weeks; I tend to write 10000 words in a week and then nothing for the next three. Bad habit; no excuses.
And here's a poem: Mystery Meat
Currently writing: the Anemoiad, Between Two Mirrors, the Stolen Child, Sweet Nothing, Imagines. Currently outlining: the Gates of Logic, Feathered Things, Organ of Unknown Purpose. Currently swirling around in my mind: something to do with robots, another thing to do with robots, and something to do with bugs.