The System
Once upon a time, there was a rock, indiscernible from millions of other rocks in the world, with approximately two hundred woodlice living underneath it. Woodlice that don't live in wood (as their name would suggest) sound interesting. They are not....
The desert
"It's a sea of sand." "What?" "A sea of sand. This. It's huge, and there's sand everywhere." "No dung." At five A.M. in the desert, when the sun is just peeping over the horizon, and its light just lightly grazes the sand, the massive dunes shimmer...
Impulse
Do you know that feeling when you're standing knee-deep in quicksand, and you know that if you don't do something, you'll drown? No, you've probably never really been in actual quicksand, but think about it. We've all been in a situation where time was...
The village
_The now following report consists of recollections of specimen CAD-183, one of the patients used in project SAWYER, who refers to himself as "Lear". Official reports by the leading scientists will follow shortly .This is a classified document. Do not...
A pigeon's dream
A pigeon's dream My kind lives, on average, no longer than five years, a.k.a. 157680000 seconds. At my age, I have a one in 78840000 chance of dying every second. That gives me a mortality rate of 1,27\*10^-6 per second. Every second, I have a...
Short Man
When the sun set that windless evening in late June, the laziness characterizing that time of year had already begun taking the better of Rose Blackburn-Smith. She didn't mind. It had been a particularly hot afternoon, and while the countryside, in...
I used to think
I used to think we solved our problems. Now I know we just push them far away from us. I used to think that... I used to think. Tiles are great. They mean reason. The world is not reasonable. The world was once, and very much still is, chaotic....
The Security Guys
Hello everyone, Some time ago I had this idea for a short story about predation and the ethics behind it, a story about a buffalo and his job, a politician and his book and a dangerous city. I don't have a lot of experience writing anthropomorphic...
Parasitic
At the base of an ancient oak, the highest branches of which were obscured by the evening, Adam awaited his judgement. He lay on his belly with his paws crossed, as he'd seen cats do sometimes. He appeared calm on the outside, as he intended, although...