There must be so many universes where I’m not about to be raped and murdered. “So you’re what, 34? 35?” Monster interrupts my deep thought.
By Cal Zam7 months ago in Fiction
“I’ll always protect you from the monsters,” I say. “But what if you’re not there?” “I will always be there. Always.” She knows I’m not lying. But she knows that can’t be true.
By Cal Zam11 months ago in Fiction
I What we think we taste, we mostly smell I learned that one day on the high road to Hell That old man had warned me
By Cal Zam11 months ago in Poets
There once was a man with no hat Who lived on the moon with a cat Each day he would wish For a bucket of fish And the cat would say ‘Amen to that!’
By Cal Zamabout a year ago in Poets
BOOK I: WATER The source of all life. Points for that! Also, consumption-wise, refreshing, thirst-quenching, vital. (Also, less-relevant-wise, cleansing, powerful, tidal.)
By Cal Zam2 years ago in Fiction