• Doug commented on the post, orphans 5 years, 3 months ago

    Orphan. I guess that’s what I am now. I had watched my father waste away in the hospital bed for the next three months. Now he lies underground next to my mother’s grave. I don’t know if I am even sad that he’s gone. If I had even loved him.

  • Doug commented on the post, oil 5 years, 6 months ago

    Her body was convulsing violently, white foam covered her mouth. Little Andrew’s eyes were fixed upon the spasmodic arms and legs. And he watched until the movement finally stopped. How cold she felt now. The decanter of olive oil she had been clutching only a few minutes before had shattered when she fell. The contents seeped into her hair.

  • Doug commented on the post, solidarity 5 years, 9 months ago

    The System provided a sense of solidarity to the people that they had not felt in centuries. It required merely a simple brain surgery removing the part of the brain involved with will and decision-making. Surgically removing their free will ultimately freed them from the hardship and anxiety of the human mind. The System would care for them, and…[Read more]

  • Doug commented on the post, doors 5 years, 10 months ago

    A few doors down. I recognized those screams. But I did nothing. Nothing. I was staring at my hands like I am now.

  • Doug commented on the post, incomplete 5 years, 11 months ago

    Stacks of unwashed plates and coffee-stained cups are strewn across the table. Stiff brushes steep in black water and old paint cracks in the heat. Paintings lean against the walls, some propped in chairs. Realistic, abstract, cubist, impressionistic. By the window there is an incomplete painting. Hints of a mountain background, outlines of the…[Read more]

  • Doug commented on the post, manhattan 6 years ago

    Your mind is like the streets of Manhattan. Charming, complicated, beautiful. But there are also dark alleys, shadows buried in forgotten subways. But that’s what makes you real.

  • Doug commented on the post, flat 6 years, 3 months ago

    He leveled his binoculars over the flat landscape. A distant mountain, scattered shrubs, very few places to hide. His daughter stared at the desert sand, silent. She had not uttered a word since she saw her mother’s ravaged carcass hanging on the Wall. His eyes ached, his tears spent long ago. The man picked her up and breathed in the scent of her…[Read more]

  • Doug commented on the post, systems 6 years, 3 months ago

    The systems of the body. Nervous, digestive, pulmonary–all allow humans to function in the greater systems of the planet and the universe. A pattern within a pattern within a pattern. How could this be a mistake? We are capable of much, but we are not gods.

  • Doug commented on the post, master 6 years, 4 months ago

    Shadow imprints of hands covered the cement blocking. Chains forced him to kneel. The strong odor of gasoline thickened as the guards prepared for his death. He imagined he would be like the tragic heroes in old movies, hard and unmoved, smirking at the face of death. But his hands trembled violently, and his mouth was cracked and dry. Hot streams…[Read more]

  • Doug commented on the post, reference 6 years, 4 months ago

    The professor spun around in his chair, laughing like a child. “Boy, get a load of you! Take a look at that reference book on the table, will ya?” A misty shadow floated across the room and touched the open book’s yellowed pages. “Second paragraph, third line. That there describes a mistake that occurs every now and again. You’re dead, but not…[Read more]

  • Doug commented on the post, barrel 6 years, 4 months ago

    A faceless man emerged from the shadows of the alley. It had been too easy. Smooth as a snake in a barrel of butter. A mass of flesh steamed in the corner of the alley, never to rise again.

  • Doug commented on the post, sate 6 years, 5 months ago

    Red wine dribbles down his round chin, his small mouth tearing and slurping the bounty before him. He mistakes inward emptiness and deprivation for physical appetite. This was once a great man. A dreamer and a thinker. But now memory suffocates beneath mountains of material, greedy flesh. Alas, we are lost.

  • Doug commented on the post, game 6 years, 5 months ago

    It’s a game we all play but never win. Why? To what end? It seems that we are too blind to see our own teammates and too numb to realize when we have the ball. Lame extended metaphor.

  • Doug commented on the post, stir 6 years, 5 months ago

    One, two lumps of sugar in the cigarette-tasting diner coffee. Stir. Sip. Make that three. Grease stains smear his rumpled shirt, and his hair seems to have been the stage of a tap-dancing cat. Right foot shakes beneath the table. Finger taps counter. The diner door jingles. The waitress screams. Thick red pools.

  • Doug commented on the post, living 6 years, 5 months ago

    Am I living? What is the true, tangible definition of living? Where’s the manual I should have received when I came out of the hatch? I rise each morning yet remain asleep, never asking myself what I’m doing. I don’t even choose my actions. Like weak water, I flow wherever my surroundings direct me, yielding to imagined barriers. Melt me down and…[Read more]

  • Doug commented on the post, ground 6 years, 6 months ago

    What if I could open the ground, walk down the spiral staircase to the center of the Earth, past the layers of forgotten ages littered with the spoils of empty wars. What if I reach the exact center, with all time pressing around me? Would I find the answer then?

  • Doug commented on the post, solution 6 years, 7 months ago

    Damn empty coffee dispenser. Frustrated, he tossed his styrofoam cup into the waste bin. No sleep in two nights and the page still blank. He heaved himself into the chair and leaned back, fingers kneading his eyes. Thick minutes slid by in the tiny office. There was no solution. Someone would be hurt. He had dug too deep, too quickly. It would be…[Read more]

  • Doug commented on the post, possible 6 years, 7 months ago

    “Mrs. Johnson, we discovered a body at the bottom of the dam this morning. We believe it is your son.” Her lips trembled, but she remained silent. The police had been searching for her son for two days, ever since […]

  • Doug commented on the post, people 6 years, 8 months ago

    Faces of unknown people swim in invisible currents that pull them to banal jobs. There they will die, fingers frozen on computer keys, never knowing what they were searching for. Not money or power, but maybe […]

  • Doug commented on the post, alive 6 years, 8 months ago

    What does it feel like to be truly alive? Somewhere down the road, whether conscious or unconscious, there is a choice between merely existing and living. It’s not circumstances, but actions and decisions that […]