The only type of person worth trusting is a liar. If a liar tells you that you can trust him/her, then you know that he/she is lying, thus, you can trust that the liar will lie. If a person claims to tell the truth, this is unreliable information, for this person could be lying and misleading you into believing that he/she tells the truth. Also, as an aside, what is the word for a person who speaks the truth? Read more
He always knew that her happiest day would be that fated day when she would die. Now she’s dead. Obviously, he’s not happy, but he is on some level since he knows that all she ever wanted was to no longer be alive. And so, if part with her physically he must, with happiness and goodness, he will and at the very least, selfishly keep her alive by using her physical remains to nourish the garden she tended to every single day, in the long shadow of his envy. Read more
Every edge meets another edge where edges meet.
As if abandoned long ago, the building stands desolate through the dust and grime that settled, turned everything a dull gray.
The glass curvature of the entrance and foyer encapsulates each entrant like a fish in an aquarium. Read more
The idea is to not become totally invisible when exposed to light, however, the problem of over-exposure still remains despite whatever warnings and labels the producer of the thing wants to make you believe and/or feel and/or accept as the truth of the matter and the product. The thing that really irks the consumer of such, falsely albeit wholly truthful item is that, there’s no way to receive one’s money in return for turning invisible. Read more
Sticky, the air congeals around them creating human bubble molds out of salted sweat. Despite the rushing wind of the oscillating fan, the thickness of the heat cements them to the warm floor. Even under the shade of night, the room refuses to cool; relief eludes. The only room in the entire boarding house with AC only makes matters worse, for eventually, they must exit the room-not-theirs and return to the swampy misery of their own AC-less room. Also, the house mother charges extra for AC use. Read more
They knew it was a lie, the story they told to the general public about their … gift, as it were. No one wants to believe that “others” walk among them, especially not humans in this day in age. They both agree that earlier man, any pre-industrial-revolution time, was far more open-minded, generally accepting of the possibility, the fantasy that other-types of beings, god-like creatures—always depicted in human form, oddly enough—walked and lived in their company. Read more
With a searing headache and nauseating murmurs from a stomach filled with sloshing clementine and hot coffee acids, she wills herself to remain conscious. Whether or not she wants to matters not in this moment. Luckily, she thinks to herself, the pain has subsided. When it will return, she cannot know for sure, but she can get close to such knowledge. She takes a glance at the timer, approximately three hours of the semblance of bliss lie ahead of her. Read more