All Things To All People
Pieces of fiction.
“Psst….” Late at night, I typically don’t hear voices, outside of those in dreams. And those ones usually come from inside my head, rather than outside it. And I’m typically asleep when those voices are heard. To be fair, I thought I…
The thumping started sporadically and quietly. The first few months, no one noticed — it was surely the house settling. Enough noise to notice, but in a relatively unnoticable way. A noise you hear but decide to ignore. For a long time,…
I know it’s not a standard friendship, but really, what is? Friendship, amongst other things, takes many different forms, all of which equally valid. To claim otherwise is judgmental and wrong. So I don’t want you to laugh. The Wind is my…
“Your arpeggios are suffering. You haven’t been practicing.” “I have — I just haven’t gotten the hang of them yet.” “How could that be — they’re simple.” “I know, I just… I don’t know.” “You haven’t been practicing.” “…”
This is a brand new project which will run weekly, every Thursday, for 20 weeks. This is a series of brief fictions, each using one of the Fingertips from They Might Be Giants‘ Apollo 18 album. If by some fluke, you’re unfamiliar…
“Did you ever, when you were younger, attempt to write your own dirty joke?” “I don’t know.” “Like, you know, in 1st Grade or thereabouts, when some of the kids were just beginning to learn about sex and whatnot, and there’d be…
So, there’s this big shot talent agent. He’s got a great reputation. He manages most of the really huge acts and almost any newcomer he takes on becomes a huge star in a matter of months. He’s got great connections and a…
Once upon a time there was a catmorph named Suzanne. She sat at the breakfast table as she did every morning. The cup of coffee warmed her paws, and her tail twitched thoughtfully. She glanced at the newspaper sitting nearby but was…