Monthly Archives: September 2015

Over the Sky and Through the World – An Olive Quickly Fragment: Part 2

Posted on September 21, 2015 by Sebastian Gregory

The persistent mechanical buzzing was difficult to ignore. Olive Quickly was determined not to allow the airborne commotion to disturb her nap. She was tired, deep down muscle and bone tired, don’t get me out of bed tomorrow morning tired; her skin … Continue reading →

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Poop Dreams

Posted on September 18, 2015 by Sebastian Gregory

I do my best thinking on the toilet, he said. Can’t argue with that, I said. Yeah it comes while it goes, you know what I’m saying? he asked. I believe I do know what you are saying, I replied. … Continue reading →

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Carnivocation

Posted on September 15, 2015 by Sebastian Gregory

It’s not supposed to devour you whole, to eat you while you still draw breath and heart beats measure out the day. But it does. It’s not supposed to shred your soul, to divorce you from any dignity you may … Continue reading →

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Insomnimaniac

Posted on September 15, 2015 by Sebastian Gregory

It starts with a dream about Nemo’s submarine, cat hair, and oral sex, three ingredients which just shouldn’t be combined if continued sleep is the objective. Wide awake now and what to do but pad around on quiet feet, the … Continue reading →

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Captain Bob’s Seafood Hut and Maritime Emporium – An Olive Quickly Fragment: Part 1

Posted on September 9, 2015 by Sebastian Gregory

When she was a young girl, Olive Quickly worked the front counter of Captain Bob’s Seafood Hut and Maritime Emporium, a roadside stand that was not quite one of those fashionable food trucks but a step up from the scruffy … Continue reading →

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Delicatactician

Posted on September 1, 2015 by Sebastian Gregory

I make my moves with random precision, not quite in a vacuum as the gaming board is nothing less than the totality of existence, but as I place my black and white decision stones on the lattice of coincidences I … Continue reading →

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