Sleeping Machines

( The needle enters my face just here, and they extract the sleep from my brain. )

Bad Fairies

( Bad Fairies )

writing this freaked me out. then again, I started at one in the morning with no lights on in my room, so maybe that wasn't smart.

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monday

It's two am when I wake up, sweating and freezing. The white sheet I wen tot sleep on is wrapped around my neck, in accordance with my twisted gallows dream. I don't know what day it is.

The hallways are ( Read more... )

Chapter 4: Inner Conflict

Daniel gripped the steering wheel as he drove, leaning back in the seat. The black Porsche whipped around the curb, the speedometer climbing steadily in contrast to the world around the car. Daniel relaxed as he drove, his whirlwind of thoughts unleashing and quieting themselves in the wind created by the car. He was ( Read more... )

“So what comes first?” asked Daniel. He spoke through the door to Fibrizia, sitting on a couch in the previous room.

“A shower,” she said, leaning back in the chair. “Then a haircut.”

“Not what I mean,” said Daniel. Fibrizia heard the sound of the shower turn on. “What do I do next?”

“Are you sure,” Fibrizia began, but Daniel ( Read more... )

Chapter 2: Good News

"Welcome back, Daniel," said Dr. Douglas, as Daniel stepped off the helicopter, Fibrizia in tow. "It's good to see you again."

"You as well, Doctor," said Daniel. "I'm surprised to see you here."

Dr. Douglas only smiled. He was a tall man, wearing glasses and dark clothes. "You're one of our chief agents and you've ( Read more... )

The Daniel Johnson Chronicles
Chapter 1: The Island

For a while, time didn't mean anything.

Daniel didn't know how long he'd been on the island. He'd drawn lines in the sand, the first few weeks, but then given those up in despair. The sand all looked the same, anyway. The days followed the nights, one after another in slow succession that didn't seem ( Read more... )

When I was young, middle-school age, I went through a talk-on-the-phone all night period. When you're young you tend to do such things, you are foolish enough to think that you can talk for that long, buried between your blankets with the warmth of the voice on the other end of the telephone--oh! to be so young. After these late night ( Read more... )

Diana McLellan hadn’t seen the sun in six weeks.

The hospital was okay, at first. The beds weren’t uncomfortable, the nurses were friendly, the doctors smiled at her as they walked around and said things were looking up, her test results would be back soon. That was week one. Week one they brought her pudding from the cafeteria, her ( Read more... )

oh and I thought urban depression today and wrote this for amanda, who always writes about urban depression. I salute to you, commander, and I sneeze.

Deep-seated urban decay, deep seated urban decay

From that time on, she didn’t think about the lost honeymoon or the lost keys or the $50,000 she owned on the house he had stuck her ( Read more... )