speculative-fiction

Even in forgetting there is an aspect of recollection, a faded few moments of wispy consciousness clung like webs in high-vaulted chambers, moving ever so lightly with the draft.

If the world explore all my dark fantasy, will change for the better_.

The OPA man, Anderson Dawes, was sitting on a cloth folding chair outside Miller's hole, reading a book. It was a real book - onionskin pages bound in what might have been actual leather. Miller had seen pictures of them before; the idea of that much weight for a single megabyte of data struck him as decadent.

All because I fell in love with a madman.

I mean, that was the code, wasn__ it? Single girls and taken guys weren__ allowed to be friends. The leash always got in the way.

One second she__ all timid, and then reeoowr! Hellcat.

My hopes for pie died on the sidewalk. There went my grin.

Quote from __nexpected Tales from the Ends of the Earth_: __he only one everlasting love is the unrealized one. The love to this thing that you__ never had. Behind it is hidden the love to your own ego and feelings".

Good fantasy fiction: ... explores real human conditions through fantastic metaphors which universalize the characters' individual experiences to speak personally to us all.

Rebecca woke up with her knees hurting and her fingers ice-cold, and the specifics of her life returned to her as the dream disappeared: weekend, hotel room, Baguio, memory, memory, memory.

One day, I decided to be an island. I took off my clothes and walked into the sea, then floated there, bobbing along with the tide, suspended by my inflatable tube and water wings.

As the wind continued to howl and groan through her decaying body, she began to sing her story.

The new day is almost here, but the old one is still dragging its heavy skirts. Just as ocean water and river water struggle against each other at a river mouth, the old time and the new time clash and blend.

Koji pulled Ruben onto the next cog. Together, they became part of the space between things.

Reality worked its way into my dreams where it wasn__ welcome.

People won't change until the pain of not changing is greater than the pain changing brings.

I am chaos in this ordered society, the flaw in a carefully wrought plan. I am turbulence in the queen's eternal river.

Matt shrugged. It was a good shrug, too. All it was missing was a beret, a stripy shirt and a Gauloise cigarette.