Ever since I’ve started telling my friends that I’m stuck in a parallel universe, they’ve begun to act strangely in my presence. They giggle nervously, and scamper away to the opposite end of the couch. They turn up the volume on “Grey’s Anatomy” and their eyes plead with me to talk about anything else instead,Continue reading “Science, Fiction”
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I imagined a pterodactyl (pterosaur)
There is a ghost yacht floating off the coast of Australia; floating with one of its sails badly shredded. The table is set for dinner. The life-jackets are stowed away. The crew is missing. Why isn’t the BBC asking the tough questions? What if they were snatched off the boat by hungry, flying reptiles? OrContinue reading “I imagined a pterodactyl (pterosaur)”
Woooo Who
WARNING: Gratuitous free-form squealing with a heady dose of “postmodern poeticism” (note the constant refrain of the cute stage-name) below. Pretentious prats need not read further.
A first time for everything
The first date. The first hangover. The first viewing of “Fellowship of the Ring” And now, I bring you the first time I got my period whilst running on the treadmill.
Come away, o human child… To be butchered in the wild
“You mean… They killed her?” asked David. “They ate her,” said Brother Number One. “With porridge. That’s what ‘ran away and was never seen again’ means in these parts. It means ‘eaten.’ ” “Um, and what about ‘happily ever after’?” asked David, a little uncertainly. “What does that mean?” “Eaten quickly,” said Brother Number One.Continue reading “Come away, o human child… To be butchered in the wild”
Natalia A. 