“Great men do not lie still in death. Our words echo across time, a light for others to follow when their own fire burns low. Thus shall my torch be taken up again; thus shall I dwell once more among the living.”
Supernatural
If Bill Nye can’t explain it, then there’s space for it here.
My diary that I don’t remember writing
I’m that guy who will swerve across three lanes of traffic without hesitation because I spotted a sign for a garage sale. Doesn’t matter that I don’t need anything, doesn’t matter if there are three other people in my car with busy lives and no interest in digging through someone else’s trash. Garage sales are like magical dimensions where anything is possible and reality is only a suggestion.
Don’t follow tail lights through a fog
I might as well have been smothered in a blanket for how well I could see. Sliding, oozing, pouring through the air to swirl around me, the thick fog that rolled in from the ocean behaved more like a wave of viscous liquid than it did a cloud. The road I was driving on ran parallel to the water, and it only took a couple of minutes after the fog hit the beach before it had fully encompassed my car.
The Taking Tree
My earliest memory of Grandma Elias was a Sunday morning at her house. The eggs were firm and golden and the hash-browns were burned, just like they were supposed to be. Everything at Grandma’s house was exactly right, all the way from the Christmas lights which never came down to her little corgi Muffins who followed her like a shadow. It was time for church, but I didn’t want to leave.
What happens when you die in a dream
The wind pummeled me as I dove through the lower atmosphere. My eyes were watering so bad that I couldn’t see straight, although I don’t know if it would have mattered considering how the landscape blurred from my speed. All I could distinguish was the looming wall of earth growing exponentially as I hurtle closer and closer, needle sized trees growing into a behemoth’s grasping claws until…
The other side of sky
When I was about to die, my life didn’t flash before my eyes. All I could think about was what my father once told me from a beige couch in an unlit study.
Illuminating the dark web
July 1st, 2018
A face is staring into the camera. Sandy hair, mid-twenties, male, somewhat reminiscent of a squirrel in his rabid mannerisms.
“The big day is finally here. This is our first time testing out our new SPYDER bot on the dark web, and we’re both pretty excited. We’ve only got a week left to iron out the bugs before Kevin has to defend his thesis, but I don’t anticipate any problems. Kevin is nervous as hell, but the kid is an absolute genius. He’s still configuring his TOR network and VPN, so I’m going to catch everyone up who are just joining the stream now.
Sgt Dawson’s widow deserves to know how he really died
Dear Mrs. Dawson,
My name is Frank Tiller, and I was with your husband when he died. I don’t know how to contact you proper, but the sergeant once told me the two of you used to read stories like this, so I figure you might find these words too. He used to read to you while you drew pictures from what’s happening, isn’t that right? He said you weren’t scared of nothing though — didn’t matter how dark it got, your laughter was a light to follow. I don’t suppose you’re laughing much these days. I know I’m not.
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Self-portrait from the dead
My mom hates her father. Grandfather Jack’s name might as well have been a swear word when I was growing up. Dad told me the story once, on the condition that I never tell mom I knew.
The Exorcism of an Angel
There is no greater curse than the possession of a Demon, nor greater honor than the visitation of an Angel. God has blessed our home with his presence, and I am nothing but grateful for the miracle which has occurred. And yet I tremble as I write this, because through this trial we have learned one lesson most truly of all:
“His delight is not in the strength of the horse, nor his pleasure in the legs of a man, but the Lord takes pleasure in those who fear him.” Psalm 147:10-11