Simmer Down
When everything's burned to the ground when everyone's voice has no sound when every last thing's fallen down let it simmer down and when no more words can be said and all the blood's gone to my head when everything's burned to the ground let it simmer down
Simmering Submission
Two dragons entered the room, a total of eight legs, with one set of claws tapping loudly and with confidence, each stride eliciting a creaking sound. The other dragon quietly followed behind. The taller of the pair, ice blue colourings flecked through...
Wesley: A Simmering Heat
Kyrie and Wesley met outside a cafe during their lunch break. Ever since the magic disaster at Anal Londo, Wes had decided to shy away from those ravenous, delicious males of Lugo, Kioga, and Evanstrom. Not that he didn't like a series of cocks in...
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...
Impulse
simmer ps: before the actual story is a short piece of prose that i've tried to fit in somewhere, but i couldn't find a spot. it doesn't really have anything to do with the story in itself.
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...
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...
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...
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....
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...
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....
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...