Isaac Hall
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Stories (14/0)
Stream Of Conscienceness
My mom says we didn't evolve. But then, when I go for a walk and see a flock of geese calmly trotting beside the sidewalk, there's some part of me that wants to run at them screaming, with my arms flailing, just so I can see them all scatter in the face of my might.
By Isaac Hallabout a year ago in Journal
Unhaikuable
Count the syllables: Su-per-cal-i-fra-gil-ist— Unhaikuable. Fuck.
By Isaac Hallabout a year ago in Poets
Dancing With Amora
They took me mid shower. I must've looked like a dog does when you scratch just the right spot. My hands were up in my hair and the rest of me was on full display when they turned on the holostream. My mouth was hanging open just enough to showcase my underbite. Not exactly an image I wanted the whole world to see.
By Isaac Hall2 years ago in Fiction
Looming
This time oblivion had a periwinkle hue. A void rolled out from the heavens, tempting and teaching simultaneously like so many inedibles arranged on a great sheet, bound at four corners, displayed before St. Peter. Whether a confrontation with the divine or a mere delusion, Peter had wielded virtue and wisdom and focus in his trance, but Sarah found herself wholly distracted in hers, and crushed by immeasurable dread.
By Isaac Hall2 years ago in Fiction