Stories (79/0)
I Have Bad Brains
I have a fucked-up brain. ⚡⚡ 😁👍 ⚡⚡ My grey matter has always been a little bit sketchy. Exhibit A: I'm pretty sure I have some form of dyslexia. And yet still, I aspire to be a writer. That in itself is pretty crazy, right? My dream is to be a famous author... and I cannot spell for shit. It's a serious impediment for a storyteller because, as it turns out, words are the most vital tool of a writer's craft. And it's stunning how universally people detest misspellings. Stunning! 😨
By Lightning Bolt3 years ago in Psyche
I Was a Teenage Beehive
With a painful yelp, Thaddeus Hawthorne awoke from a heart-pounding nightmare. Lying in the dark in the air-conditioned comfort of his bedroom, his ears rattled as he rubbed his eyes. The one thing he remembered from the bad dream was seeing a shapeshifting, tornado-like cloud that whirred only faintly when it looked like it should have been roaring.
By Lightning Bolt3 years ago in Horror
Embarrassing Secret
It was a creature of chaos, a devotee of disorder, a purveyor of peril. It was an instigator of insanity. It was older than dirt, tougher than nails, bad to the bone, ugly as sin, a bald-faced liar with a checkered past— to be avoided like the plague. Bent out of shape, a fearsome force to be reckoned with, It was unstoppable, unkillable, unfathomable. It still trafficked in the physical, however...
By Lightning Bolt3 years ago in Fiction
Senior System Failure
Until that (almost) unforgettable morning in the daycare pod, the youngling’s pedagogue had operated impeccably and was therefore unremarkable. The humanoid automabot that they all knew as ‘Ralph’ was an old-time pre-apocalypse brand of servopure government technology, a classic model— forever famous for its manufacturer’s warranty, which was good for a cool two million years. The impressionables under the robozoid’s tutelage had just witnessed Ralph spend ten minutes crossing barely seven feet of space. Their preceptor was using a vacubroom to lean on, giving his shuffle-feet-hobble a third leg to awkwardly accomplish three jittering steps forward and two shaky steps back.
By Lightning Bolt3 years ago in Futurism