fiction and musings from a gay black dude with delusions above his station
Wednesday, February 22, 2157 I had to get out of there, fast. I exited as gracefully as I could, seeing how they took me in and listened to my tales of woe and fed me, etc. But I had to get the hell out of there. I found out more about their “embrace” with water….
Sunday, February 19, 2157 I found what looks like a large, concrete building along the shoreline. And as the sun shifted, I could see solar panels reflecting on its roof. So I started walking towards the shore and figured I’d let it guide me along to what I hoped was my destination. That’s when I…
Thursday, February 17, 2157 I can’t write today. I know I should, but I can’t. I’m still at the mouth of the tunnel and the voices returned. They won’t leave me alone and I left my medicine at home. I was stupid and didn’t think bring it. I put it out of my head. No!…
Thursday, February 17, 2157 I made it through the tunnel, but I have to tell this story first. The last flight I ever took – I was probably 14 or something – we were coming back from Europe. We flew over Greenland part of the trip. Great-granddad told me about how it was this large…
