Wanting to be in a room, with people
Without speaking
To feel their light on my closed eyelids
To share their warmth
Caressing the back of my hand
As...
My love is like a list
Neither exclusive nor endless
Neither obsessive nor shallow
When I hear the right name
No matter where I am
No matter what care...
The consoles played their festive tune,
Late afternoon in the semi-detacheds.
Crash, crack, thud, zap and boom!
The dads found they were overmatched.
Thus they hurriedly withdrew,
And awaited...
In the last chapter, Milton miniaturized and swallowed Bill's program, hiding it inside him, whilst the Feds banged on the door...
Milton stood in front...
Previously, we left the 'Feds', agents of the Internal Revenue Federation, outside Bill's safe house. How can Bill and Milton escape them?
Milton continued...
This website showcases content created by Eric Priezkalns, who also uses the pen name Ray Blank when writing science fiction. It includes stories, essays, poems, short films and audio recordings.
