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Amy was a middle child. I specify this because it’s integral to what happens in this story. You see, Amy, like most middle children, had the habit of getting herself in unlikely situations, then hoping that some family member or random do-gooder would intervene and save her life. All princesses caught in towers or imprisoned…
Please do forgive me,I’m a worm in space,caught amongst the stars,the void is my place.I do therefore say,with much sad regret,it was by mistake,your ship, I digest.
Apocalypses didn’t happen every day, but once they got started, they had this annoying habit of going about their business.
Those who exercised reasoning were the first to go, followed by fans of survival shows (they believed they understood the wilderness, having never left the confines of their paved-and-plastered twenty-fourth-floor apartments and most ended up eating the wrong type of mushroom in the first week). The hoarders did all right, at least for the first while. And the jerks? They made it all the way to the end, because nature loved adding a thorn to a rose bush. It turned out that at the end of the world, those CEOs who couldn’t convert a Word document into a PDF did just fine in a dog-eat-dog-eat-rat-eat-human society.
A short story about an experimental physicist who spontaneously creates an extradimensional portal while on a date.
A short poem about a grandkid wondering why grandpa is bald.
Ever since I was eight, I’ve been able to create portals to another dimension. Cool, right?
No, actually. Get your head out of your ass.
A short poem about superstition.
A short, humorous poem about encountering an alien, written and read by Alexis Veenendaal
www.alexisveenendaal.com
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“You’re a strange creature!”
The alien said
as he dropped from the sky
to land on my head.
Verdant greens that smell so sweet,
in summer air ‘neath cloudless heat…