Lyle

Lyle

It wasn’t fear; it was shame.

If he were to tell you himself, he has never experienced fear. And if he were to tell you why, he would say that he has never known the feeling, the emotion, the plague. But what he would not be so willing to share would be the impetus behind his lack of fear, his lack of normal human experience, and the obvious answer is simply that he is not human. No educated reader, however, would take this as a good explanation or effective explanation. To which he would coolly reply, “So what.”

 

Little ‘T’ Truth

Little ‘T’ Truth

Only the color red was absent

“But red isn’t a color,” the kid in the front with the newly grown-in, oversized two front teeth points out. Looking fondly at the kid, the teacher asks, “What is it, then?” “It’s a state of being. It’s the way that someone would describe themselves when in a state of truth.” “Very good,” the teacher proclaims and then attempts to move on. “But why did you ask about it as if it were a color?” the kid pipes in. “What do you mean?”

“You asked which color was missing.”

“I asked which color was absent.”

“Yea, then Pete raised his hand and answered that it was red.”

“To which you replied …”

“Red isn’t a color.”

“Yes.”

“But why did you ask about the color in the first place?”

“I didn’t.”

 


 

The Monitors: Dei (according to Ladybug)

The Monitors: Dei (according to Ladybug)

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The Monitors: Big Red Barn (according to Ladybug)

The Monitors: Big Red Barn (according to Ladybug)

“Well,” Ladybug begins, “it’s not so much that it looks like a barn than it smells like a barn. Or, I don’t really know. You’re maybe asking the wrong thing here. Right? Look at me. What do I know about telling or explaining it all to someone the likes of you. Why do you want to know anyway, all about that barn? Or, what was it, you called it The Barn? So what’s so fancy about the thing? What is peeking that fancy of yours so intensely, eh? Read more