The city is parabolic, collapsing on itself like an amphitheater on the surface of a world in the bloom of catastrophe. The outer walls leading to the citadel, which is central to all engineering and architecture and life throughout, are an actual labyrinth. The builders don’t want me to see whatever lies behind those layers […]
“There are children in the rooms next to yours,” he says. His face is sweaty, too. Did he pass out with me? He seems irritated. Maybe he’s just embarrassed. “It was the last available room in this wing. So you cannot scream, okay Robert?”
OH GOD IS THAT REALLY WHAT I SOUND LIKE? I think, marveling at the tiny screen. I want to look away. She holds it up close so I can see. “Ew, babe. I don’t—” “No, just watch.” “This is weird.” “Oh, you have no idea.” She pushes a button on the side, and the volume […]
I BARELY EXIST AT ALL. Could I still be dreaming? Caught between something bright and something empty… Severed at the neck. Hungry. It spoke to me. What to call it?
“and the moth is totally winning” by Thomas Roan. Warning: content may be disturbing to everyone.
A blabbermouth sits in a hospital room talking to an elderly woman in a total body cast before dissolving into a gummy world hallucination in this twisted bizarro short from the author of DRIP.