short stories

ALIEN RUINS

Step by step I penetrate the walls of an invisible labyrinth, hands dry and cracked, by instinct always turning left, far from the comforting shade of the red-cedars and live oaks, the weeping willows and crooked black locust trees...

Esteban Noel

04 Apr 2025 — 4 min read

THE ANIMUR: SLOAN 1

An alien melody lamented in a familiar tongue, annotated, 3/4 time, a waltz? in three-dimensional space, light cobalt, that apocalyptic shade of violet, like plucked crocus....

Showroom Display on a Dying Planet

Olwyn watched glowing purple finches fly alongside comb jelly and vampire squid, flashing rainbow-silver with light from chandeliers that levitated like spheres of illuminated pollen...

FEBRUARY the 6TH

As empire wanes, settling into a state of inertia, looted by delusional con-men and their army of 20-year-old grave robbers, it’s hard not to wonder—was this not the plan all along?

David Lynch, wearing sunglasses, obscured/distorted with blurs, purple hued

FRAGMENTS VOL. 2

DAVID LYNCH. --- "We all reflect the world we live in." - David Lynch, Catching the Big Fish: Meditation, Consciousness, and Creativity

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THE ANIMUR: SLOAN 1

Showroom Display on a Dying Planet

FEBRUARY the 6TH

FRAGMENTS VOL. 2