Monday, November 19, 2007

19799 WORDS

Stick slowly reached his arm over and placed it around Tracy’s shoulders. She seemed somewhat surprised but let herself sink into him after he did so.

“I’ve always kind of like you too,” she said.

Stick smiled and lightly brushed his lips against her temple. He breathed in the scent of her hair. It was quite strange, smelling strangely chemical. It seemed as though this world was bathed in unnatural substances, he wondered how these people survived it.

She turned her head and slowly faced him. He kissed her gently on the cheek. As she brought her face up to meet his he was suddenly aware of a knocking on the glass window of the projection booth behind him.

Tracy pulled away abruptly and stood up.

“I have to get back to work,” she said apologetically, “after the movie come and find me and maybe we can continue when I get off of work.”

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

15307 WORDS

Stick remembered his grandmother helping him into the car and the way the air felt against his thighs and calves. It was quite cold out and he was wearing a thin dress and a fluffy sweater, neither did much to keep him comfortable.

Stick leaned his head against the car’s window as it took off towards the evening’s festivity. He remembered seeing his grandmother staring at him through the window. She had never seemed more proud of him than at that moment.

The car left the short drive and headed straight underground. Stick began to feel a great difficulty in keeping his eyes opened and drifted off several times before he finally arrived at his destination: an elegant white home near a creek.

An attendant helped Stick out of the vehicle and ushered him into the main hall of the elegant home. Their were several people in attendance, all of them dressed quite well, all of them drinking or smoking.

They all stopped when Stick made his entrance and there was a light round of applause. He smiled vaguely, hoping that he could get home before long. He couldn’t stop thinking about his grandmother. She had made him feel quite uncomfortable, and the thing she had said about helping his mother out had sounded very ominous.

Stick remembered shaking the hands of some eager older men but was already beginning to feel blurry. Before he knew it he was fast asleep and found himself back in his bedroom the next morning.

“This will be our little secret,” his grandmother said as she came into the bedroom and opened the curtains.

Monday, November 12, 2007

13476 WORDS

He could hear the machine’s engine begin to whine when he got to her and without thinking pulled the cube from her head. He cut his fingers deeply on the base of the cube, and his blood mixed with the blood from the large gash in Eleanor’s neck. He realized with horror that he had been a moment too late and that the machine had already made a deep incision all of the way around her neck.

Her body hung limply against his.

“Why did you stop me?” She asked.

He stared at her in disbelief.

“I had no choice,” he said, “do you have any idea of what you are doing.”

“Of course I do,” she said, “don’t be silly.”

Saturday, November 10, 2007

12219 WORDS

King was down on one knee, his hand palm upwards on the cold ground. He was staring straight ahead and his eyes were cold. His long white hair blowing like the leaves of a weeping willow tree. Stick wondered what King was thinking about as he stared out into the melting tundra. He was so relieved to be back, the thought of being separated from King was quite frightening.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

9452 WORDS

His eyes began to tear up and wiped at them and sat on the toilet. After a long moment he noticed that the tub was becoming dangerously full and ready to overflow at any moment.

He quickly turned off the water and sat back down on the toilet.

A sudden knock at the bathroom door snapped him back into himself and his training took over.

“Hey Stick,” a friendly sounding voice called, “are you going to be long? I have to take a piss.”
“I’m taking a bath,” Stick said cautiously.

“Just my luck!” the voice said, “I guess I’ll just have to piss in a beer bottle again.”

Wednesday, November 07, 2007


Stick began walking back towards King with Anaseth just behind him. She was surprisingly light on her feet, handling the marsh in a much more gingerly manner than he could.
“Have you come across anyone else out here?” Stick asked.
She shook her head, “Just you.”
“It’s strange,” she continued, “I’ve been out here for so long, alone, and it has been sort of crazy but sort of beautiful as well. There is something about this air out here.”

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

8421 WORDS

He was staring at his ceiling monitor. It was switching between the camera inside of Eleanor’s coffin and Anaseth up on the observation deck. Both women were asleep. Stick was sweating profusely. He reached to his right and opened up the drawer that he kept his meds in.
He took two.