I went to bed at midnight but that was just my right brain. By 3am my left brain couldn’t take it any longer so it marched across the corpus collosum, kicked the right brain awake and said, “We have to start typing”. So we did.
A selection of short stories, ideas and filmscripts from a few genres:
The smell is oppressive, the taste sublime
Slashed by a polar bear in the arctic, Simion returns to Vancouver with his mind in tatters. Then the Park saves him.
It happened to your neighbour…
The shrooms wanted in
They wouldn’t let him quit
By Ben Nuttall-Smith: My World On YouTube
from a neoandertal, pretending to be human “inacomadreaming”
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