KW.3.INTRIGUE

(a.k.a. Why you should give a shit) A man sits on a couch. He’s black, like a lot of other people in the U.S. He hasn’t got a lot of money—like a lot of other people in the U.S. He’s sitting on the couch and he’s reading a book when suddenly he shouts at the top of his lungs: “Well why tha’ fuck should we care?” Another man comes out of the kitchen. He has sex with the man who’s reading on the couch, not currently, but frequently, unlike a lot of… Read More

Back to Basics

“Where are we going?” Now we emerged, out from under the curtain of the dark side of the moon and MG was dragging me briskly along. “We’re gonna find you a ride back home,” She called out over her shoulder, “How good are you on physics?” “Uh, I’m studying to be an engineer so…” “That’ll have to do.” We hustled along until we happened upon a parcel of flat ground, bordered by a few medium to large moon-rocks. MG situated me in the middle of the clearing and took a few paces back to… Read More

Buffer

“Where are we going?” Now we’d emerged, out from under the black veil and MG was dragging me briskly along. “We’re gonna find you a ride back home,” she called back over her shoulder, “How good are you on physics?” “Uh, I’m studying to be an engineer so…” “That’ll have to do.” We hustled along until we happened upon a parcel of flat ground, bordered by a few medium to large lunar rocks. MG situated me in the middle of the clearing and took a few paces back to the perimeter. “Right, so, now… Read More

Single Bond

For an hour we walked, searching the barren Moon’s surface for signs of these elusive lunar bears. Honestly, I never really expected to find one, but apparently that was the problem. Well, according to the Woman on the Moon that was the problem anyway. “We’ve been at this for an hour, what’s the point?” She turned to me and frowned, “Simmer down now, we still have plenty of Moon to cover.” I sighed audibly, and shook my head. We still had to drag the weight around, which made walking more awkward and… Read More

Anion and Cation

After Earth-gazing for awhile, the pair of us went for a walk around the Moon. Well, it was less of a walk for me than it was for her: I had to drag a stupidly heavy metal ball behind me while the Moon-Woman bounced around in an offensively carefree manner. She offered to help, sure, but I wasn’t about to let someone else shoulder my load. “So how did you end up with this thing in the first place?” She asked while we climbed up the side of a crater. “Your guess—is… Read More

Reactants

Before I landed on the Moon, I’d been in my room. Before that, I’d been downstairs with friends. On the kitchen table, unnoticed, a phone buzzed. “David, what’s the capital of Indiana?” “Uh—” “Fuck off, Thomas,” Henry interjected, just as David was answering: “Baton Rouge?” I laughed, and Henry shook his head. “Was that not right? What?” “No, no, don’t worry about it,” I said. “He’s been doing it all night,” Mark said from across the room. His face was bleached by the glare of his phone screen. “He’s been doing what… Read More

Lone Pair

I started. Scrambling to my feet, I stood opposite the source of the voice: a woman poised not ten feet away. The ball was resting behind my leg, somewhat hidden from view. Not that it matters, of course; that’s just how I happened to be standing. “Who are you?” “Uh, nobody,” she responded, in a dramatically casual way. There was a shrug, a short puff, an eye roll.. I waited a moment to see if she would elaborate or leave it at that. As it so happened, she left it at that…. Read More

Shore Bound Gramophone

(A farewell to Memory Lane) There is no degree of sorrow that can completely overshadow the beauty of the stars. When I awoke that night, I was still laying on the pavement in the middle of the cul-de-sac. Memory Lane was just as it had been this morning, just as cold and unwelcoming. My suit had seen better days, and there were stains all over my white button up. To where my tie had flown off, I hadn’t the slightest idea. The time for lying on the ground was coming to a… Read More

Mail

You can’t be serious. NO. THIS IS NOT HAPPENING AGAIN. I was back. Back on Memory Lane. The door that I’d just come from was the front door of (hell) Mailman’s house. I screamed. GODDAMMIT                                   WHY? HELP and slammed my hand against the door, BAM                                              BAM BAM,              … Read More

Divergence

I walked down a flight of stairs onto a dry, sandy cliffside. The hospital was nowhere to be seen. Behind me was the set of stairs with a hollow doorframe at the top. Across from me, at the edge of the cliff was a dock. It was metal, with steel beams molded into curves and organic shapes that held up a platform anchoring something like a ship. It was a ship that looked as if it should’ve sailed the oceans during the 18th century, but here it was, not in the ocean, floating alongside… Read More