the written word of j.e. pittman
Cold sweat. Awake. Reality? The world snaps back into focus. Vision spotted with holes through which you glimpse the fading images of dream(?). Fainter and fainter, the holes close as you try in vain to peer through. Snippets you see. […]
Victor had a Castle in the sky. Every day he liked to throw stones at those below. And for each stone he threw, they threw two more. Until Victor had a Castle in the sky no more. -j.e. pittman
The monster watched slumly from the foot of the bed, jaws dripping with the green ichor squirting out of the Blume-Sprite it snapped from his dream. A dream unkind to his mind. A nightmare if such things really existed – […]
Ruddy and rutting, the beast enraged, gouges the hills and banks in pursuit of you. You who foolishly stumbled upon the Surloch engaged in a mating dance. Here there be monsters, the map had said, but that could not be. […]
Midday. I find myself wondering how to break into people’s consciousnesses. To insert myself into their brains. Hack them. Step around the noise of everyday life so that in their moments of peace they think of me. Of my work. […]
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The reflection that isn’t there. The reflection that hides. If it began to stare, what would you do? To look at you and twist it’s head, thinking what, you wonder. Do you look tasty, a nummy morsel of flesh and […]
“How’s the spleen on that one, Sim?” They call me Lud. “Shot to shit.” The eloquence comes from my partner Sim. We’re scrappers. “That bad, huh?” This is a trap. “Literally shot, Lud. I’ve got my finger in the hole,” […]