Stories

A sequel to "What gives you the right?"

Ever since I was a kid, I've had these weird dreams. It always started sweet. With me playing in the playground, eating dinner with my grandparents, or having a family outing to the local park. Before long, I see it. The owl. It looks just like a barn owl, except its body is longer and from its neck down its...

I wondered for a thousand times about why it hunted us.

In a yellow room constructed in a yellow space with yellow figures that so desperately believe they don't belong here.

It was never supposed to be empty.

Those towering monoliths of rock and cement stood like great guardians of a prison made hidden from mankind.

"Come on, it will be fun!" Terry told me.

There it is. Laying in the corner of my house lays the corpse of the thing I killed. It's meant legs curving itself into a ball-like shape.

On my descent down to hell, I met God.

"W-where am I?" a man screamed, his body strapped to an operating table.