Creative Fiction: “Ekpipto”

He knew that he had fallen. He felt like someone or something was watching him. Why art thou wroth? and why is thy countenance fallen?[1] As SMSN[2] waited, chained against the cold stone, he knew that living and pretending as he did among the E.O.[3] had brought about this end. He had been called to … Continue reading Creative Fiction: “Ekpipto”

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Creative Fiction: “Travel Machine”

 Time travel—it is impossible, no? Studying, studying, studying; researching, researching, researching. No use, you would think, after years of, well, working, searching, finding what I could in what was left of the university libraries, in my spare time, of course. No one goes to college anymore. How could this be? How had this happened? The … Continue reading Creative Fiction: “Travel Machine”