It was dark as I walked along the waterfront. Thick fog clung to the widely spaced lamp posts like a lover’s lingering touch. My thoughts lingered in another life, and it took a force of will to pry their grip from the throat of more painful times. I moved my gaze from the pool of […]
Tangled vines and brambles mounded up from the ground, nearly blocking out the sun. Humbled before this mass, Chelle could only gape. An enormous set of double doors had been set into the otherwise natural accretion. Bound in bands of brass, the massive slabs of oak easily doubled Chelle’s height. Despite the howling wind, steady […]
Welcome to INPUT/OUTPUT, a podcast where Sam and Brendan have a stream of consciousness chat about whatever’s been interesting them that week. This episode we talk about webcomic, The White Board; crazy 90’s TV show, Art Attack; fake coffee cups, and Hellboy. Normally we alternate weeks between READ/WRITE and INPUT/OUTPUT, but this week is the Easter […]
Icy spray struck Haldor’s face as he looked up at the sails. Beside him, Jutta looked on with equal awe. The longship sat, suspended on plinths of concrete and steel. Though the oars no longer moved, they could both hear the crashing waves echo in their memory. The ocean beat against the shore behind them, […]
The cliffs howled above Daniel, and an icy wind cut through the fabric of his sweater. The rising tide lapped around his ankles and, despite the heavy rubber boots, a chill crept through there as well. It was strange, seeing the sheer, stone face from this angle having looked down on this spot so many […]
Buxur gazed out through the translucent material of the connection tube and watched waves of dust wash against its thin skin. It created the sound of soft rain inside the tube. Outside, the two connected vessels nearly disappeared in the particulate cloud. The ghostly ripple and swirl along the lines of the magnetic shield mesmerized […]
It was the green light that first caught Aaron’s eye. It seemed not to have a source, just glowing around the figures. A woman and man stood on a balcony, that faced the street, not embracing but intimately close. Aaron stopped mid stride, nearly falling flat. He caught himself, bracing against the rough hewn stone […]
When I first laid eyes on him, I could hear the armour plates of his suit clank and grind together. The sounds rang clear in my mind even with the vacuum of orbit clawing at us both. He hung there, a black outline against a black background. It took an eternity for me to toggle […]
“That’s not quite what it looked like,” Ivan growled. The delicate dragon rattle at his exclamation. The dozen pieces of wood and string that formed its body swung forward and back, their circuit constrained by the knotted twine that secured them to the ceiling. “If I made it look real, it would terrify the baby,” […]
The painting was exquisite. As Hella applied the final strokes with her brush, she knew this wasn’t precisely what she had imagined when she began, but she simply hadn’t known this was what the painting was meant to be.
Burial at C 
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