Tag Archive for Creative Writing

The Story Of The Grumpy Fish


Once upon a time, there was a fish who hated the sea. Everywhere he looked, all he SAW was sea. He did not like the sea, but it is all that he saw. The fish saw the sea, and said,… Read more…

The Inescapability of Escape


The road is living, cobbled from death, and animated. It has always been older than the oldest memory I have. It feeds on travelers, upon their confinement within the mazes of its form, and grows. Transit, and all of its… Read more…

Mutants Welcome v. C


Right now, I’m trying to build a Nuka Cola & Cryo Cream “Floats” Space Bar in Bethesda‘s Fallout 4 Workshop \ Creation Club Mod System, as obtainable, and giftable, through the Steam ( https://www.steampowered.com ) web portal. Pictured: Steam Client… Read more…

My Beaches Are Clammy


Once upon a time, there was a pink clam. The pink clam lived in a hard shell made of crusty juice and woven hair that surrounded his pinkness. The clam lived on the beach. The brown ocean waves were rising,… Read more…

A Story of Three Moons


Moon One chases Moon Two and Moon Two chases Moon Three. Moon Two and Moon Three get smaller and worse, but Moon One Stays the same. This makes Moon Two get smaller faster than Moon Three. This makes Moon Three… Read more…

It’s Lonely at the Top: The Deprecation of Significance of Humanity


We were always told not to place all our eggs in one basket growing up; not to count our chickens before they hatched. So we grew smart. We distributed our wealth. We took nothing for granted. We reaped treasures of thought… Read more…

Mighty is the Swarm


Peityr hovered just above the base of his seat. An intricate network of buckles, straps, wires, and belts was the only thing that kept him from floating away. The nausea and restlessness was immense in zero gravity, so much so,… Read more…

The Incontinent Squid


Once upon a time, there was a land of squid. The squid were incontinent. Every time they got scared, they let off ink! One day, all the squid got scared, and the ocean was filled with dark, goopy filth. Everything… Read more…

The Dreamer is Awake


I regained consciousness briefly in bed today. A voice in my head told me to approach the animal. I approached blackness until I saw feline white fur. Then the voice asked me what animal I saw. I told the voice… Read more…