DF Part 10: Showdown

“Reality is like fabric. This is a dumb comparison but it’s the best I can come up with that you can understand. So, this fabric has a pattern. Many patterns, in fact, all made up of people. We see them all and when a new part of a pattern appears we notice. That’s about it.” Continue reading DF Part 10: Showdown

DF Part 9: The Last Guardian

I came to with a spinning head, a racing heart, and a stomach doing cartwheels. Someone was calling my name and I was beginning to hate the sound of it. Continue reading DF Part 9: The Last Guardian

DF Part 8: Lullaby

There once was a boy named Lars

His life was a dank stinky farce

No love or happiness he had

But he had weird dreams

And they drove him mad

 

There once was a boy— Continue reading DF Part 8: Lullaby

Third from the Right

The sluggish rain pattering on the skylight pulled Suzanne out of her sleep, in which she, together with several other people, was trying to close a pair of wooden doors to hold a crowd of zombies behind them. When Suzanne woke up, the door had not yet closed fully and now the image would bother her all day like unfinished business. It was ten to four, ten minutes till her alarm went off but Suzanne didn’t stay in bed. She had a guest house to run. Continue reading Third from the Right

DF Part 7: Memories

The room was small and stuffy. Sweat glistened on the bare arms of the woman sitting in the bed, rocking back and forth, and wailing. I watched her from the door unable to comfort her. Continue reading DF Part 7: Memories

The Strangest Pipe

The day Liz discovered the pipe was a bad one from the start. First, she overslept and was late for school. Second, her nemesis Alana was wearing the same grey and pink sweater as her as if she’d spied on Liz when she ordered it three days ago. Third, and this was the worst, Liz got a B- on a psychology paper she had been really excited about. Apparently, her teacher had not been as excited about the result of her excitement. Continue reading The Strangest Pipe

DF Part 5: A Blast from the Past

The key clicked in the lock so loudly I winced. Antonia sobbed by my side. I had tried to comfort her but she didn’t want my comfort. She wanted to grieve and I followed Madeleine’s advice and let her. Continue reading DF Part 5: A Blast from the Past