Tag Archives: sensory
Three Whole Sentences
Karen scrubbed the buttery velvet pile bordering a worn area on the arm of a Victorian settee. She pretended the exposed warp was a continent in a sea of ice-slick green. Then decided it was the ocean instead.
A Discussion of Pennies
“Right. Because this whole conversation makes more sense because now I don’t think you’re gay too.”
After Dalhart; Before Midnight
The headlamp of Lisa’s bike creates the roadway in front of her from the fabric of the prarie’s night. I she switched it off—if she could switch it off—the smoothed river of tarmac would vanish. Sun-cracked soil and cactus would appear and she’d have to throttle down. For now she’ll keep it on and stretch [...]
A Graphic Artist
Ok.
This week has sucked for writing and posting. I have written. I just never got anything finished enough to post. I suppose it’s hard for you to tel the difference between me being done enough and me not being done enough. Trust me, I haven’t been done enough.
This isn’t done either [...]
Day 50: The Solex Guy
Gane stood back from the clearcrete wall and the nerve-vibrating edge of oblivion. He was on deck for the next slide over to the ah’Taconschienteen spike. He had purposefully fasted since early the day before yesterday. His hunger drown out any nausea and focused his attention enough to stave off the worst [...]
The Prof Searches for Magic Books