Tag: Fiction
Biblioteca of Babel
I woke somewhere in the soft drone of a library’s ventilation. It wasn’t the same library I had rested in, putting my head on the desk. The room was shaped as a hexagon. Above, pale lights and almost-identical books in identical wall shelves, and air pushed from some subterranean generator….
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Another Laser Razemore Adventure
Amerika in the Sky (In Memoriam)
By some strange process, the continent of North America has become attached to the celestial sphere at the place where land and heavens meet. It is slowly getting detached from the crust of the Earth, like an old scab being peeled neatly from a healed wound, without any tearing at the edges.
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Six Flix
With a wrist, and a twist, Jones set his pint down upon the table. Clearly, twas time to chime.
“We pick up Stone…” he began.
“…henge…” Montrellis intoned.
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“When You’re A Star, They Let You Do It” To Trump; Or, President Vagina T. Fireball’s Executive Order
Ms. [E. Jean] Carroll was laughing at first as she described an encounter she said she had just had in a Bergdorf’s dressing room with Donald J. Trump that began as cheeky banter. But what she was saying didn’t strike Ms. [Lisa] Birnbach as funny. ‘I remember her being very overwrought,’ Ms. Birnbach said in an interview. ‘I remember her repeatedly saying, ‘He pulled down my tights, he pulled down my tights.’’ When Ms. Carroll finished her account, Ms. Birnbach said, ‘I think he raped you.’ . . . Her [Carroll’s] home, which she shares with a cat named Vagina T. Fireball, is a small cottage painted with black and white stripes, with polka dots on the chimney. —Jessica Bennett, Megan Twohey, and Alexander Alter, “Why E. Jean Carroll, ‘the Anti-Victim,’ Spoke Up About Trump, New York Times, June 27, 2019, https://www.nytimes.com/2019/06/27/us/politics/jean-carroll-trump-sexual-assault.html
Fix
I noticed the symptoms after my last surgeries: gastric E-Zpass, electroshock of my kidneys, gallbladder flush & fill, and liver elasticity test. Dr. Ming Gulah was the surgeon. Even though he is on the FAA ‘No Fly List,’ he came highly recommended. The operating room lost power halfway through my procedure, but I was told they were able to compensate by utilizing two car batteries and a giant hamster wheel, which the intern spun. I was discharged three minutes after the operation. They wheeled me outside to the bus stop with a map pinned to my gown, since I couldn’t talk. I arrived home three weeks later missing my gown, wallet, and cell phone. I felt fine even though I was vomiting blood and my skin was a purplish-green color. For my recovery process, I was given: a bottle of vodka, roll of duct tape, and Vicodin, which was secured under the gurney mattress to avoid theft and misuse.
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Quetzalcoatl Comet
He looks out across his resplendent city in the glowing sunrise and sees the sacred sun silhouette the Temple of Tlaloc and Huītzilōpōchtli. Will the latter god save them from the annihilation in his recent dreams, or had the war god grown sick of the priests’ gifts of gory hearts and flayed corpses? Had he decided to do the unthinkable and abandon the Mexica to darkness, famine and extinction? The dawn sun basks the sky in a fiery orange. The water of Texcoco scintillates in the light, and the causeways reach out to the world beyond Tenochtitlan, from where the strangers with metal skin and moveable volcanoes for weapons will deceive him and raze his kingdom to the ground.
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The Collidescope 