Vampirilor de Dragoste a short story by Viorel Bucur Desiree D’Amour was a little shy, a little shorter and rounder than her friends, a little self-conscientious and a little bored with all the stereotypes. But there was nothing little about the capacity for Desiree’s heart to live up to her name. And, in fact, nothing …
Thought Vectors for Sale “What exactly are you selling?” “Thought Vectors! Haven’t you ever heard of Thought Vectors?” “No, what are they?” “Well they are sort of a consumable item. Only usable once by any given individual.” “For example…” “Well I can’t tell you one! You have to buy one.” “How much?” “Read the sign.” …
Sea Lady Standing on top of a cliff, wind blowing your hair back off your face, sun glistening off the sea spray on your shoulders; I somehow feel you are too much for me. But I approach you anyway. I say, “Hello.”, and smile. I tell you, “You look very relaxed.” You smile at me …
Quilled by a Quirt Out from behind Shazed, bounded a matronly bulk (called a Quirt), not dissimilar in size but drastically so in form. “Oooooh, Shazed!!!”, she squealed, coquettishly, from an array of orifices that looked like a brass section (called her Quass). “I have a holiday gift for you before you go.”, she piped. …
Vitae Obliviscor In a time when the only sounds where grinding mantle, hissing lava, searing rips from fire and boiling rock. Smells of hot base materials, sickly sweet scorched carbohydrates and mass simple protein rot. Hues of red, black and brown covered a land and sky not seen for 4000 Million Years. Pain defined the …