You’re trying to tell me that there are beings who occupy three dimensional space and move only forward in linear time? What proof do you have?

Everyone knows that life can’t exist like that. No one could tolerate an existence so concrete and simple. It’s a fairy tale, a myth.

Life exists how we experience it. We scatter forward and backwards in time without any boundary. We can occupy any space...

Every day I shine my light into the dark sea, hoping that someone, anyone will respond. It’s been weeks since I’ve had any contact from the main land, and my ship is no closer to getting afloat. I’ll be out of food tomorrow, despite my rationing.

Returning to the base, I scour the shelves for something that I can use as a beacon. I have a few matches left for cooking, but if I try and spark a fir...

When it started, it felt harmless. Just a little blood from your child, only a drop from their finger onto your tongue, and your forehead wrinkles would disappear. It wasn’t like Botox where they’d come back in six months, either. Once the wrinkles were gone, they stayed gone.

Naturally, people began experimenting, trying to see how far they could take it. A teaspoon full of blood under your tong...

It's a terrible thing I'm called to do, I don't deny that. This is a place of beauty and peace. I'm here to destroy its sanctity and shed blood on these holy cobblestones.

I hate myself for what I do, but that's irrelevant. I don't make the choices about who lives and who dies. I take orders and dispatch my targets. It's about what they do, their decisions that bring them in front of my crosshair...

Streetlights make me think of the stars shining so brightly that I could walk forever and never get lost.

I'm a child at a concert, lulled by the music, and when it's finished I follow my father slowly out of the auditorium into the night air. The lights dazzle my drowsy eyes as I climb into the back seat of the car.

I'm an adult in New York City, and the lights never turn out. They stay shining...

I turn my head and I see him, just for a split second and he's gone. I shudder all over when this happens. A smell like mustard fills my nostrils. It's an hallucination, a seizure, some brain damage from the war. Paranoia; I need to get my medications increased.

When I step onto the subway car, his face is watching me from the window into the next car. I run toward the door and he vanishes; the d...

You are not dying, not the way you think you are. True, your body is dissolving. You're no longer even opaque to light.

How can you fight it? What could you do? What could I do? There's nothing to fight. The light is spilling out from within you and shining through your skin.

It hurts, I know it hurts. Your chest burns and you can't breathe. Everything is in a panic, a tumult. All that you've ...

I turned my hand over and over. Light was shining through it. The green of the grass at my feet, the brown of my shoes, and the gray of the rocks nearby, all were clearly visible through my hand. I shuddered looking at it, but wasn't terrified.

I'd been living and working in Anwyn for a few years. Virgo was training me primarily, and I'd spend time each day with Juan, the oracle, learning all I ...

One day, my son Ampyx finds me on the beach. He tells me that his mother is dying, and that I need to come and see her, one last time. I stand and follow him. The people waiting disperse, perhaps to return the next day.

"Did you forget us?" Ampyx demands as he leads me through the streets of Acis. "You've been on that beach for years, and you've never sent so much as a word to me, my brothers, y...

In the mornings I take my human form and walk out onto the beach. The people of Acis come to me with their disputes, and I am seen as a fair arbiter because I care about nothing but the truth. My days pass peacefully.

These situations are solved more simply than they would appear at first. By consenting to my arbitration and coming before me, much of the work of reconciliation is done already. T...