Fragments from That Peculiar Dream

Morning Martian

The coffee didn't boil properly on Mars, never has. Maybe it's the gravitational experiment gone awry or perhaps the beans whispered gifts of gravity too sleepy to spin tales whole.

Corporate Satire Under Tallow Spear Lights

In the boardroom of bewilderment, they pitched innovation upon the altar of antiquity. "Human sacrifices" cheered the stakeholders, tablets in hand. An app calculated their sacrificial efficiency, cleverly charting distances to the nearest divine recess. Sometimes, they saw visions.

Matter of Law

A strange visitor at the door, their name rendered in symbols beyond understanding—a utility worker perhaps. Yet, Gloucester's energy field was amiss; paperwork stapled to thin air, agreements bound by infinite looping tendrils.

Pewter Witches in Backyard

While voicing woes into half-silver pots, the backyard Wiccans harmonized existence with declares from a Wyndham catalogue. DIY seances redacted with disclaimers unwritten on swamp stones.