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It was a normal Tuesday like any other. Here I was, sitting on the couch in my upstairs room, sipping a black coffee and absorbing that rare ray of Welsh sunlight spilling in through the window – when the ficus bonsai tree perched on my sill began to move. It was subtle at first. I…
“Captain! Captain!” The young sailor burst from below decks and ran to the helm, their cap clasped to their chest as they recovered their breath.
“Percival. What is it this time?”
The sailor had gone white as an animated corpse. “The rabbits, Captain! They… They’ve escaped their cages!”
Apocalypses didn’t happen every day, but once they got started, they had this annoying habit of going about their business.
Those who exercised reasoning were the first to go, followed by fans of survival shows (they believed they understood the wilderness, having never left the confines of their paved-and-plastered twenty-fourth-floor apartments and most ended up eating the wrong type of mushroom in the first week). The hoarders did all right, at least for the first while. And the jerks? They made it all the way to the end, because nature loved adding a thorn to a rose bush. It turned out that at the end of the world, those CEOs who couldn’t convert a Word document into a PDF did just fine in a dog-eat-dog-eat-rat-eat-human society.
A short story about an experimental physicist who spontaneously creates an extradimensional portal while on a date.
A short poem about a grandkid wondering why grandpa is bald.
Ever since I was eight, I’ve been able to create portals to another dimension. Cool, right?
No, actually. Get your head out of your ass.
A short poem about superstition.
A short, humorous poem about encountering an alien, written and read by Alexis Veenendaal
www.alexisveenendaal.com
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“You’re a strange creature!”
The alien said
as he dropped from the sky
to land on my head.
Verdant greens that smell so sweet,
in summer air ‘neath cloudless heat…