At the time I thought it couldn’t be him. Why would he be here, of all places? I figured it was the accumulative effects of the sun and drinking the night before, perhaps combined with the subconscious metaphoric dead skin cells of my current twisted experiment, dried up on my stiff burned forehead. I looked away from his face… Continue reading
(Part 1 is here) JC Sunshine was tired. He hadn’t been getting enough sleep. With nothing to do, doing nothing can be, at times, almost unbearable. This bus ride wouldn’t provide much opportunity for sleep, either. It would be rather … Continue reading
“Have a good trip Mr. Cohen,” the man had said to me.
Well, it wasn’t the man that had said it. It was what my students were saying to me at 2:15 on Friday, just after the bell rang and they were heading out the door. The old man on the other hand… Continue reading
The news wasn’t good. It was so bad, in fact, that you could tell even with the sound off. The anchor’s face showed sadness, concern and even a little bit of anger. The Hands of Justice, a mysterious group pledged to bring down the Bolognian government, had struck again. There was no way to find them, either. They had fled to the rural expanse, an area outside of the city where Bolognian Security had very little influence, if any… Continue reading
It was on my walk when I suddenly realized that if I were to do this experiment right, without cheating, I shouldn’t even go back into my room. Dead people don’t re-enter rooms… Continue reading
The first time I ever considered going on an all-inclusive vacation was when I was 24; straight out of college and desperate to swim with dolphins, have beach sex with a lonely horny fat drunk girl that I would never see again and board an actual glass-bottom boat. Continue reading
His name was Yafala Sekola Kokare. He was a male of the Ya’a Naomi, a race that resembles a cross between the human and the raccoon. His five-thruster spaceship was blasting towards the Earth at full speed. All he had was his space ship, a few supplies, a few odd trinkets, an amulet he wore around his neck, the laari, or sarong, which was wrapped about his waist, and a piece of stone with weird writing and symbols that he wanted to find the meaning of. Continue reading