Crawlspace

“Iggy, get out from there! You’re gonna get stuck. I’m surprised you can even crawl on those knees of yours.” The old woman is standing out in the front yard, grass trimmed and flower bushes mulched. She is looking at the rectangular hole that leads to the crawlspace, the white cover panel laid off to the side. Two black soles can be seen edging further into the hole that leads below the house, a tan-sided construct three or four rooms short of being a mansion. The grounds around it seems crowded by its presence, two oak trees on either side and more visible overtop the roof. The neighboring houses might equal its size if you shoved them together. The woman leans over a little, hands on her hips, watching the man as he makes his way deeper. “They aren’t going to last much longer if you keep this up, and you just had that procedure done! The doctors told you to go easy on them. You might save a few hundred dollars in pest control but your medical bills are going to cost us thousands!”

“I’ll be fine!” His voice echoes back to her, the reverberation lending it a hollow quality. “I’ve got my thick jeans on,” he chuckles.

“Let me know when you need me to call nine one one. Just knock on the floor when you’re ready, you stubborn old goat.”

“I’ll be done in an hour!” he yells back, smiling as he inches along, flashlight lighting up the corners between the supporting posts and cobwebs. “Never thought running cross country in high school would come back and bite me in the knees.” He sniffs a bit from the dust, the smell of wood and must pervasive. “No sign of ’em yet. Better not be any termites this year, I swear.” He continues to shuffle forward between the support posts, white-haired head only an inch or so below the main beam that stretches overhead. He is at about the halfway point when the dizziness starts. The bottom of the house becomes the belly of a boat, tilting back and forth.
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CΩT (Part 15)

I hear a cry of ‘hey!’ behind me as I drop from the building, but it’s rapidly cut off by the air rushing around me as I go. On the way down, I have time to consider how far I can safely fall without injuring myself. Thinking back to when that damnable hawk picked me up and dropped me, it would seem pretty far. Higher than most of these buildings, aside from the few truly mountainous ones that seem to rise up almost into the clouds. So many questions raised just from a simple change in location! I need to travel more often. Read on →

CΩT (Part 14)

Back to our regular schedule of at least one post a month – here’s part 1 for those just joining. Into the new year we go!


A few humans that pass by make noises at me as I emerge from the cavern below the road. I’m sure they think I’m dirty from being down there, and they’re not wrong. I will have to do some cleaning when I get the chance, especially if I’m going to go inside one of these buildings. From the way Chuck’s place was, I get the feeling some higher standards are in place. Speaking of higher, I look up at the buildings around me and concentrate a bit. Sounds of movement within become more distinguishable with time, but I cannot place all of them the way I could in the forest where I was familiar with the rustling of the leaves, the scuttering of insects, the soft and quick twitches of the birds – all of these gave me clear images of my surroundings. These buildings, on other hand, and in combination with the cars and humans… I’m going to need to do some research before I can pinpoint the sources of their sounds with any accuracy. In any case, I may as well start with the building in front of me. I set my sights on a ledge where the third row of windows are, build up balance by grinding my hind legs into the ground, and leap up, my jump taking me just a little higher than the outcrop and making for an easy landing. I look down at the humans at the sidewalk, two or three of which are stare at me with their mouths hanging open, but the majority continue their walks or talk into their hands. I stare back at those who noticed and whip my tail back and forth twice in acknowledgement of their attentiveness and then turn to start my window searching. Go on →

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A businessman emerges from forest into a clearing, stone tower centered in a lava moat, tattered bridge the only ingress. A dragon crawls from the pit and roars, but this becomes a squeak when it sees the paper the man carries.

Inside the tower, skeletons raise scimitars but disarm upon sight of the documentation, pulling levers to deactivate traps and motioning the man upstairs. The figure at the top turns to face him.

“I’ve been expecting you …”

“Ganzix, you missed approval by four points. The dragon is a nice touch, but the bridge is still way too easy to cross.”

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Mysterious Carving

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This faded goatllamic effigy was found in Ireland, engraved upon a stone sticking up through the moss that covers the cliffs of Moher. Was it a self portrait or was it drawn from reference? And for how many years has it grinned up at the sky, unseen by human eyes until now?

These answers are lost to time, haunting those who dare to query.


So. Might not be as many CΩT posts this month. You know the reason, of course – it’s National Novel Writing Month! I will be attempting with all (or at the very least most) of my power to complete a first draft of Ántimán, so be excited!

Uncreation

“Y’know, some people believe that when the world ends, all the man-made stuff will vanish first.”

“Huh.” It is nighttime, the girl and boy leaning back onto the windshield of the dark blue sedan.
“That would be really unfortunate for a lot of people,” he says, and the girl laughs. She turns to respond but the world has gone blurry and she falls naked to the ground through the space where the car used to be.
“Nick, oh my god, there’s no way—” but she is alone.

 

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Penguin & Piper

It’s been a month now and I still don’t know where the rest of the rookery is. Danger on all sides between those awful spotted seals and the monstrous black and white whales. Here I am, possibly the worst day of my life, and now there’s this nearly hairless, craggy monolith shooting off what may be the most profane string of sounds I’ve ever heard. Why is it here? It’s obviously not suited for the white plains, I can see its knees shaking as it puffs its cheeks and howls. The dark waters are looking more inviting by the second.


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CΩT (Part 13)

I continue my walk down the side of the road. A fair amount of humans reach down to touch me but I keep moving. More than the touchers, many of them go out of their way to avoid my path, and then there are the ones who are holding some object to their ears and nearly step on me, but of course the only time I get stepped on is when I want to… well, except for that traveling beast, I guess. I see a few more dogs, but their owners pull them along past me using the neck-cords. Oh well. I wonder if there are any that aren’t controlled by the humans? Or any real wolves… nah, I doubt that.
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Office Politics

“Wait a minute, that says ‘Meating at 6′.”

The employees look at each other with wide eyes, and one of them rushes to the fire exit, but just as he reaches the door it bursts open, sending him flying backward into his colleagues, bowling them over as they attempt to support him. In the doorway stands their boss, hair sticking out in all directions and stainless steel tenderizing hammer smacking into her hand.

“That’s right, babies, time for the meating!”

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