Red Recondite

Red Recondite is slumber with a plunger.

Note that there are a few old entries, which are short stories I wrote a few years ago.

The roach walked across the beige metal landscape, ignoring the various crumbs. He headed towards the boiling pot of macaroni. His front legs reached for the black monolith promising a feast, and they curled back in smoldering chunks from the burner. He backed up with his rear legs, ignoring the useless limbs, and took a leap. What he had for a brain bubbled mucus-green. Read the rest of this entry »

I brushed my teeth, trying to scrub away fifteen-years of nicotine stains. I wondered why I bothered… why not let cavities eat away through my canines and molars leaving my gums in peace. With dentures, I could just pop in a new pair and have teeth that did not resemble corn. No more avoiding special toothpaste, white strips, and dental appointments. It’d certainly be better than this daily grudge. Read the rest of this entry »

A bead of sweat shook free from David’s eyebrow, splashing through his mustache. He savored the salty drip as it mixed with the blood in his mouth. His footsteps thudded through the concrete.

“Can you slow down a bit?” Read the rest of this entry »