13. A white light wakes me. I rise with ease and feel like I slept for a month, with all the benefits of a comma without the trauma. My body feels restored and my mind is brimming with contentment. The... Continue Reading →
X3 (Cubed) 14. The curtains are pulled back and the brightness startles me awake. I rise to an elbow, but the slosh in my head stops me like I’ve stepped on a trip wire. hOh crap. Someone must have... Continue Reading →
.03 So I wasn’t doing well in school. They make it like a prison and they are surprised that inmates keep trying to escape. My parents were ready to leave the city anyway. I don’t mean New York or... Continue Reading →
X. They called it the Great Recession for a while. Then Japan start to slip into hyperinflation, like a cousin flirting with meth. For the next decade they called it the Great Disappoint. The world around me deteriorated while... Continue Reading →
The Start Slowly, ever so slowly, William crept toward the front door, heavy leather boots in hand, and a full pack snug on his back. He placed each step lightly on the puzzle of an old and vocal wooden floor.... Continue Reading →
.01 Graduation was great. My whole family was there. They were all looking at me as though I were the golden child that would finally put some success back in the blood line. My uncle let a few words... Continue Reading →
By Thomas H. Cannon Like the blank page the universe is infinitely empty, and yet filled with invisible boundaries, fundamental laws, and incomprehensible restrictions. Each aspect of this infinity can be engaged, and life fills every emptiness it can,... Continue Reading →
46 A few nights later, Hana screeched into the garage merely a car length in front of the home cooking service delivering their ultra-healthy dinner. “This chicken is so juicy.” She said plucking a piece from the bird as they... Continue Reading →
18 Steven came running in the door, “Stop the washer!” He yelled. “What!?” She said putting her hands in the air like he was cop. “Stop the wash. The ticket is in the jean’s pocket.” He said moving her to... Continue Reading →
Thomas H. Cannon 