1 Story A Day

Two years ago Lord Rosenberg was devoured by the metaphagi. The oneiric world is now a colorless slumber. We are his disciples.

Our man-made cosmos had man-made gods. They sat on cracked thrones made of subsidied houses,sailed our data-saturated air,and closed their infinte limbs around our screens. The very topology that enclosed us oozed with their #swollen pressence. Still, we were indifferent. @1s_aD

She woke up with her lips #swollen. He really had gone hard last night. He turned around to face her in bed. Round 2. He ran his fingers around her lips, Stroked her hair, Touched the back of her neck. And pressed the on button as she came to life. #wordtober @1s_aD

"Say you love me", Geppetto said. "I love you" "Say you love me", Gepetto said. "I love you" (...) 1000 iloveyous latter, Pinocchio's nose was long enough to pierce through the whale's belly. They escaped, somewhat happy. #whale @1s_aD #inktober

She observed his features. His lips turned blue, his otherwise #angular chin was hanging loose; his mouth slightly open. His clothes were tattered, he was crumbling to dust. Yet, she couldn’t let him go. She knelt down and kissed what remained. #wordtober @1s_aD

People often said that times were getting faster. They saw themselves as victims of acceleration. But it was a matter of space: all our speeds were #angular, and we were drifting away. Somehow, it felt as if the simplest things took days to be done. Soon it will be weeks. @1s_aD

As time went by, we noticed that those sounds in the air flared up when skies cleared. Those nights, the cientists' house lit like a bonfire, and all our radios and TVs drowned in static. And as the beeps intensified we felt our very existence growing #weak. @1s_aD

She felt #weak in the knees. They had come a long way from the starting point, And here they were. Neck to neck, cheek to cheek. As she saw him buckle down on one knee, Out of the corner of her eye. She ran faster. She ran ahead. She won. @1s_aD #wordtober

There were no visible #clocks in the streets. Their abscence contributed to the eerie feeling of being on some kind of theatre stage, always under someone else's gaze. We didn't need them anyway. We just acted as if our nights would never end. @1s_aD

It was time. They dressed. The olds tunics stank of mold and blood. The #clock never worked but somehow it gave the time. It spread around the mannor. They heard it. Down, in the cellar the bell sounded like a thunder. It was time. @1s_aD

They sure know the cosmos was a #cruel place. They read about their neighbours in the, so called, emptyness of space. But, they also know what they hide out there. The wonders, worlds and wealth they'd find once they master the way. That night, they'd know. @1s_aD

#Cruel. That’s how he could get. He could be sweet too, And kind. All this pulling and pushing had her quite confused. Should she stay? Go? Will she miss him? She wasn’t sure. @1s_aD #wordtober

There were rumors of a fight that broke out inside the laundromat. A video spread like wildfire: shadows moving erraticaly under the whitest lights as the place slowly filled up with foam from the washers. To me, it looked more like a #cruel dance. Too intimate to watch. @1s_aD

They felt an estrange and horrifing pressure. The walls around felt like collapsing. The cellar turned into a #whale's belly. They knew what was coming. That night the stars were nervous because of their coming. @1s_aD

When the textile plant closed, we stripped it to the very bone.The worried seized the big reels of thread and the nostalgic brought home trinkets and bolts. A carcass remained, like the corpse of a concrete #whale. A reminder both of new beginnings and unavoidable ends. @1s_aD

'88: I bought high-waisted jeans. Like everyone. '98: I bought ripped jeans. Like everyone. '08: I bought oversized jeans. Like everyone. '18: I'm gonna buy me the trendiest jeans ever. Like everyone. I do what I please 'cause I'm free. Like everyone. #flowing @1s_aD #inktober

I'm cruel. I just can't help it. I fart inside the elevator. There's people here. An old man. An old woman. A nurse who looks at my feet and complains: "Again, Mr. Martínez?" While he calls the cleaners, I laugh my ass off. I just can't help it. I'm cruel. @1s_aD #inktober

“She looks like a #whale” whispered the other girls and laughed loudly. Maggie heard them in the background. The tears flooded her vision as she tried to walk faster. She went and sat on the swing. The chains cut into her hips. That’s when the tears started to flow. @1s_aD

She was #guarded, as she walked into the elevator. He followed closely behind. She heard his zip lower as he stood behind her. She didn’t look back. By the time she got out on her floor, he was moaning with pleasure. @1s_aD #wordtober

The cultist #guarded the door until the very last moment. They heard them moving and singing their chants. Their voices rised above the stars awakening the deep blackness in the cosmos. The moment was near. And the lake of blood started flowing again somewhere. @1s_aD

She stared at the #clock, watching the minute hand tick on by. Where had time disappeared? She looked in the mirror and could see hints of where it had gone. Tucked under her crevices, edged between her wrinkles and folded in her skin. #wordtober @1s_aD