In their bellies, they carry the seeds of fiery trees. A splendorous forest will bloom white, then turn red and finally shed grey leaves.

The planes are migrating south, screeching towards the horizon in formation, accompanied by wailing sirens.↵Soon, it will be winter.

Why did my address change? Well, I wasn’t going to move but then the landlord fixed the old generator in the basement and my house ran away.

“Sure if you pay, but what will your parents say?” “Hah FUCK my parents. Watch them kick me out as I tell them about my climate transition.”

The century is 16, rebellious and heavily into bodymods. Comes into my studio drunk, waves a bit of winter. “Just graft me that wherever!”

She looks despondent. “Miss, you know how hard this makes our work.” Hippies. They’d understand if they knew about the enemy’s programs.

You flash your badge: “I work for the office of weather control. We have received reports about unauthorized butterflies in your backyard.”

“Doesn’t their presence disturb you?“↵No, they’re roughly finger-sized. They live under the bathtub and haven’t dared to hunt me yet.

I check my shoes every morning since a storm jumped me from one.↵Part of the bathroom is now a limestone cave, complete with cavemen.

My last trip through faerieland left me infected and now I sporulate little worlds. Like, I open a cupboard and find a tiny medieval city.

In order not to accidentally start the summoning before the circle is ready, place money in it. It sucks away any lingering traces of soul.

Hadean Twitter, the underworld of deleted tweets and accounts that contains all the things we regretted to say.

The production budget has run out. Tea is tasting stale, the animals are tired, the night sky shows stains like a run down cinema’s screen.

for sale: destroy the universe button, never pressed

apoptotheosis

wear enough watches that go backwards and sideways and time itself will be confused, let you cross timelines if you just throw it some bait

The clock is so old it has evolved parasites: Gear assemblages in odd places mimic the mechanism but show alien times with stolen seconds.

Progress made trains become ever more spacious and luxurious. At some point we stopped taking trains and started taking stations.

That dream recorder implant you got records quite a few unfamiliar dreams. You begin to suspect they aren’t yours. Guests in your skull?

A storm over the plains drives waves of soil and grass. They submerge buildings but break against the mountains with loud rustle and whoomp.

“Old guy croaked a thousand years ago, you could’ve come back much earlier. Want some booze? Nobody’s going to expel you over it this time.”

I rest against a tree and a snake slithers up to me. It has a beard!? “Yeah I am that very snake. Glad to see you guys back. Took a while.”

We return to paradise but like all the other places of our childhood, it has become smaller - it’s just a few ancient trees on a hillside.

Sure the ride is long, dark and cold. Just bring warm clothes, an Internet and a few fusion reactors? And try not to become the Morlocks?

Those orphan planets are space taxis with best-in-class radiation shielding. Why not hitch a ride, assuming you can wait a few millennia?

We weave a tapestry of stories. Sometimes that behind the wall prowls close and the tapestry’s threads flare up as the wards activate.

You show it to a jeweler who offers to cut it. Into a cheat die: Multiple sixes, one seven for desperate situations, jacks, queens, kings.

You find the gem in a thrift shop. It has extra dimensions, rarely shows the same side twice. Against the sun, you can barely count them.

A core principle of attack magic is: Disorder is easy. Destructive spells are easier than their constructive versions.↵Just consider nukes.

As Earth’s nervous system connects with theirs, aeons of planetary pain short-circuit their feeble brains. The spasms break their bones.

The integrator ray makes things a cohesive whole. Victims become one with Earth. Their arteries extend into the ground and leak their blood.

you wake up in a hospital bed↵> look left↵occasional sloshing, tentacles probe under your curtain↵> look right↵a sound like a boiling kettle

Her pipe’s melody cuts through the fog, which floats to the ground in pieces, fog blankets. She stacks them in her wagon. A nice haul.

Those spooky howling noises are only the tower humming to itself. This is a lonely place. It gets really creative when it knows I’m here!

The readings showed a habitable planet not far from us, supporting carbon based life. Halfway there, the expedition crashed into a mirror.

his thoughts turn to sand and fall out of his ears in two rivulets

Since that oddly-shaped comet fell into the sun, it’s been ejecting comets at escape velocity. Stars can have viruses? Seems so.

There is at least one reality in which we domesticated giant centipedes to navigate country and cities with. Imagine the traffic jams.

his hat is a tiny storm cloud that flashes up occasionally when he’s concentrating↵you borrow it and it feels like cool wind in your hair

They mate in parking lots, later the females will lay eggs in unprotected sandboxes and that’s how all the little bulldozers get there

Observe male bulldozers in the wild during mating season, competing for female attention (the females lack shovels) https://twitter.com/thegrugq/status/721951526269267968

As humanity grew in numbers, the Norns struggled to keep up with fate-weaving. An inventor saved them: Now they program the Looms of Fate.

Telling these from actual humans is easy though: They leave through the nose when threatened. So make sure to pat your friends on the head!

Later that week, you spot a few skulls running around the garden on worm feet. Some are already growing face and spine?

An extremely long earthworm was hidden under the rock, curled in a way as to look like a brain. Around it, a protective shell was hardening.

A few of them are just returning from a flight and carrying an emaciated looking cat in their claws.↵Could it be they rescued helium kitten?

I find them sitting in a tree: it looks like a swarm of bats is hanging off its branches.

These little birds that flew out of my mirror have negative weight: They need to work not to fall into space and fly upside down.

many avatars work this way: most famously, the mind as an avatar of doubt

At night, I switch off the lights and watch them form trails to the local power lines to carry home little plasma clouds in their jaws.