Monday, April 26, 2010
Black Coats
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Saturday, April 17, 2010
Patience
The man in the dark red pickup waited until the child was in the middle of the street. He hit him then. “He is not human,” the man said. In his rear view mirror he saw a small gray mass claw its way from the street. He heard a woman on the sidewalk scream. The man put his dark red pickup in reverse.
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Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Doublet Game Solution: End into War
Here's how to put an end to war:
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Monday, April 12, 2010
Doublet Game: End into War
Can you put an end to war?
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Saturday, April 10, 2010
Out of Service
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Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Doublet Game Solution: Black into White
Black
Slack
Slick
Slice
Spice
Spite
Shite
White
This one took me awhile to come up with. I also couldn't decide if I should use "shite" or not. Luckily there's not an international rules society for doublets.
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Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Doublet Game: Black into White
Can you turn black into white?
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Monday, April 5, 2010
Argument that Refrigerators Don't Exist
Premise 1: If refrigerators existed, enough people would carelessly leave them open, and cause the world to descend into a new ice age.
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Labels: logical fallacies
Saturday, April 3, 2010
The Executioner
His television came on at night and spoke in static. It flashed and whispered the addresses of rapists, of the drunk driver who killed that girl whom justice never found, of fathers who beat their children. He could not sleep. The same names kept coming. So he killed. All of them in search of his lost sleep. But new names came. The wicked did not sleep and neither did their executioner.
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Monday, March 29, 2010
Doublet Game Solution: Wit into Dim
My own answer is:
Wit
Fit
Fir
Sir
Sim
Dim
However, Zach L. suggested an even shorter solution:
Wit
Win
Din
Dim
Hope you enjoyed the doublet.
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Sunday, March 28, 2010
Doublet Game: Dim into Wit
Do you ever suffer fools who are dimwitted?
Can you turn dim into wit? Answer provided tomorrow. See if you can solve it before then.
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Friday, March 26, 2010
For Thine Is The Kingdom
The churchyard was quiet but for the grunts and uneven steps of the undead. Father Paul barricaded the church doors and hoped his small cloister held enough wafers and holy water to last him through Armageddon. That’s when he heard the moans of the resurrected Silent Sisters stalking down the pews towards him. He made the sign of the cross and gave into what, he believed, was God’s will.
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Thursday, March 25, 2010
definition: Dret
Dret
-verb
- To worry excessively about something that is not logically possible. Example: Thomas is absolutely terrified that square circles are conspiring against us. He's gone so far as to write a letter to the board of education requesting geometry no longer be taught in the schools.
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Monday, March 22, 2010
Doublet Game Solution: Life into Rest
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Sunday, March 21, 2010
Doublet Game: Life into Rest
When life ends, we rest in peace.
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Friday, March 19, 2010
Page Not Found
The Wikipedia article was titled The Day The World Ends. James only read it once. His first reaction was to laugh at it. He linked it to several others, but they all said the page could not be found. Goosebumps formed all over him. His breathing, agitated.
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Thursday, March 18, 2010
definition: Heroinephilia
Heroinephilia
-noun
1. A mental disorder where one is in love with, or primarily attracted to, fictional female persons. The most famous case of the disorder was Walter K. Philmore. He self-diagnoised himself with the disorder and purchased a large library of works that featured wonderful female characters. He thought he was condemned to a lonely life of reading, until he began receiving teasing (and later erotic) short fiction in the mail that featured himself involved with a woman named Elizabeth Talbet. Eventually they would marry (first in a short story, and later in actuality). Their relationship was primarily through fiction (this survives today as the collected works of Elizabeth Talbet). It is unclear how much physical interaction the couple had, but the literature - at least - suggests they were close and deeply in love.
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Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Doublet Game Solution: Jack into King
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Monday, March 15, 2010
Doublet Game: Jack into King
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the belt
The belt is a snug fit around Adam’s chubby waist. Like many of his fourth grade peers, he is overweight. They are too young to have fat eating nanos implanted. The belt, his parents hope, will help him become more active. It won’t do much for his body, but maybe it will change him. The belt is an entwinement of black metal, a bright gold buckle, and organic components that get used in the searching. Adam is a cautious boy and makes sure to feed them as soon as he takes it out of the box. Just like the commercial said too.
Skeptics still claim the belt proves nothing. “A toy you buy at an electronics store is hardly a justification to believe in the soul,” Rex Edwards, Professor of Cognitive Science at M.I.T. said in answer to the belt. His opinion on this year’s hottest Christmas item was of particular relevance because two years previous he had listed the criteria that would have to be met for him to believe in the human soul. Without reprinting the article here, the belt met six out of eight of his qualifications.
The organic components (the box calls them Valiads) [Edwards calls them Strange New Sea Monkeys] begin to glow an hour and thirteen minutes after Adam has fed them. He waited patiently that entire time with the belt around his waist as he ate Christmas breakfast with his family. As the belt began to glow he excused himself from the table. “What will you become first, Adam?” His father says. Adam has thought about this since the day two weeks ago that he crept into his parents room and snuck a look at his presents.
“The angel statue in the backyard.” Adam says. His mother says she’ll be out there in a few minutes to take some pictures.
Adam runs outside into the snow with only his winter boots, pajamas, and the belt. The angel statue stands three feet taller than him, and it poses with its arms outstretched as though it were embracing the world. Adam brushes the snow off of it as best he can, but more keeps falling.
The belt hums after Adam turns it on. He points the large glowing buckle at the center of the statue, and light shoots from the belt. Archones, the company that produces the belt, makes no claims that this light is the soul, but so many claim otherwise. Why else would it allow a person to transfer their consciousness into another object? Mary Ellen, the eventual author of the future best selling A Glimpse Of God, will later claim that during this brief moment as the light shoots out of the body those looking into it can see into eternity and look God in the eyes. Others will say they see all of Creation through the light.
Adam imagines what it will be like to walk around in the body of the angelic statue. Will it be heavy? He imagines so, and wonders if he’ll even be able to flap the stone wings.
Those who have experienced the searching claim there is no current emotion that we could attach to the experience of being light.
The searching takes less than three seconds.
And then he is in his new body.
He is falling. His new body tells him he has been falling since his birth. This is his purpose. The body is cold but unique. Four days from now a recall order will be sent out across the country. It will claim that anything bigger than a spec of dust is capable of accepting consciousness from the belt. An apology from the President of Archones will state that all previous tests had been done in sterile laboratories, so this had never been an issue before.
As Adam lands on the ground next to all of his icy brothers and sisters he wonders “How many more children will turn into snowflakes this day?” He does not ponder the question long. His mother comes out in a hurry. She steps on Adam as she begins to take pictures of his former body and the statue that embraces the world.
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