These stories are not related to the others on this site. They do not occur within the Decay Doctrine mythos. They usually are my exploration into current events, usually from a viewpoint specifically chosen to be awkward, challenging or otherwise out of the norm. They are meant to conjure uncomfortable and alien thoughts instead of just allowing us to languish in our echo-chambers. I do not necessarily endorse or condemn these ideas. But you will never expand your mind without pressing on its borders.
Sliver of a Stile
The second leg always felt different.
Going out, you were chasing something. Coming back, you were carrying it. Martin had done enough long rides to anticipate this as a gift—reflecting on the completed journey. Somewhere around the Manitoba border, he could craft the morals of the story.
Tuesday Morning
Superintendent Mavers arrived at the detachment at 6:47 AM, thirteen minutes earlier than usual.
The Resemblance
Sarah knew every aisle of the Safeway on Morrison Street. Aisle 3: cereals and breakfast foods. Aisle 7: pasta and sauces. Aisle 11: frozen vegetables, where the cold made Tommy's breath turn to visible clouds that he'd blow at her, pretending to be a dragon.