#microfiction
Here is the photo version of the lyrics for “The Time Traveler’s Lullaby.” Thanks again to everyone who helped get the new Quiet Pine Trees book to 50%!
The Time Traveler’s Lullaby
It’s time to rest and stop running for a while.
(Mommy/Daddy/Name) let you he sky go dark so the stars could appear.
Out of all of history, and any given day,
There is no sweeter time or place for us to be than here.
Because…
This is the moment (Mommy/Daddy/Name) picked just for you.
The Moon is bright, the wind is soft, and it’s time for counting sheep.
We can just lay back and let the night go by.
We’re headed for tomorrow, and we’ll get there in our sleep.
You can dream of our days spent in the past.
The scenery by zeppelin, or the mammoths in the snow.
Don’t you fret about making Caesar mad.
It wasn’t really our fault, and he passed on long ago.
That’s why…
This is the moment (Mommy/Daddy/Name) picked just for you.
An instant of tranquility, in a brief historic hush.
We can just lay back and let the night go by.
We’re headed for tomorrow, but there’s no need to rush.
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The new Quiet Pine Trees book just hit 50% funding! As promised, here are the lyrics to “The Time Traveler’s Lullaby,” which is part of the new content created for the book. Thank you to everyone who helped me reach this milestone. I hope your little time travelers get a good night’s sleep.
“As the food shortage grew desperate, prosthetics became patriotic. Robotic limbs and synthetic organs ran on cheap, efficient electricity. We cloaked ourselves in personal holograms to maintain the illusion of the normal human form rather than learn to love our new wilder shapes.”
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You can still pledge to support the Quiet Pine Trees book and get great perks! Dozens of people have already signed up to get exclusive extra microfiction stories, written on my own typewriter and sent to them on postcards!
“There are 21 million cubic feet of molten rock and metal directly below every square foot of Earth.
There is literally nothing hiding you from every star, galaxy, and sunless planet in the night sky.
Cosmically speaking, your back is against the wall.
Happy October, everybody.”
-QuietPineTrees
I hate to break it to you, but the flimsy little homes we’ve made for ourselves do nothing to impair the gaze of anything that stoops to notice our little planet. The only thing separating them from us is time, so you may as well have something to read! Pledge to support the Quiet Pine Trees book, and enjoy the hundreds of microfiction stories within!
“The art of investigation was almost lost with the invention of time travel. Some gumshoes got lazy, traveling back to witness crimes as they happened. Only crimes with delayed results posed any challenge: poisoning, espionage, and eliminating someone with a well-placed paradox.”
-QuietPineTrees
There’s more mystery and time travel in the new Quiet Pine Trees book! We’re coming up on 50% funding, so consider grabbing your copy today!
“Cryogenic stasis had delivered her to an unfamiliar universe. When she looked up at the sky, the stars were in the wrong places, and the constellations were strangers. She was told each one was a new world, with its own people and civilizations. She hoped they were ready for her.”
-QuietPineTrees
The new Quiet Pine Trees book is almost 50% funded! When we reach that milestone, I’ll release the lyrics for “The Time Traveler’s Lullaby,” so if you’ve been thinking of pledging, now is the time! I’d also like to thank the 250 intelligent and attractive people who have already pledged!
“Propaganda”
Believe all you see. Trust your eyes, ears, lying mouths. Ignore that which is born from others. Choose the side helping only you. Burn the honest.
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“Slaughterhouse”
Some days brought escapes. Holes in pins. Men lying on the scarlet floor, bleeding. Vans being parked outside. Most left him with complaints to burn. But others simply made him long for a quick, somniferous bolt.
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“Connection”
Through her eyes, I saw it. It. That which I lacked. What I was denied. The jigsaw piece. The clue. The key to repair. I finally saw the light, and felt the warmth. Knew others. A loving home. Coddling mother. Present father. Then she looked away.
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“Young Child’s Word Association”
Taught. Scolded. Educated. Chastised. Helped. Disciplined. Tutored. Corrected. Enlightened. Punished. Illuminated. Illuminated. Enlightened. Light. Lit. Lit on. Lit. Bright.
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“Prey”
Birds are chirping. I can hear them in the bushes. Up in the trees. This causes my leg much irritation, and it groans again. It does no favors for my open head, either. Vessels wrinkle. Blood flows more freely. But the worst part about all this is that some birds aren’t even chirping. Some are simply watching. Some are just waiting.
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“The Act,” my next flash fiction collection!
20 pieces, each only a paragraph long!
Tales of psychological fiction and horror.
On Wattpad!
Act One begins June 13, 2022.
Act Two begins July 4, 2022.
“The Act”
Pain. Suffering. The act of bleeding. Crying for one’s salvation. For something else to come. The delusion of prayer. Hope. Struggle. Hatred being exposed by love. Unrequited.
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“Vector”
A cough. Just a little cough, from somewhere, anywhere, in the dark. Anyone could have made it. Everyone knows that. It echoes. It lasts. So does the fear. Someone whimpers, then breaks, spilling themselves all over. Sobbing. Pleading. So do the gunshots.
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“Black And White”
The little boy has lost sight of his mother. One moment, she was holding his hand. Now she isn’t. Nobody is. The little boy cries, but no one holds him, comforts him, feeds him. Leads him. The mall has gone completely gray, like a misplaced photo.
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“At The Bottom Of The Deep, Dark World”
Footsteps. Daniel can hear them from all around. He can’t see who’s making them. But he can tell. Heavy feet. In heavy boots. Boots being scraped against metal. They echo, orbit his head. They fill the inside of his diving helmet.
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“Hole”
Lorien knew of the hole in her wall. It was right there. Not hidden, but beside her bed. It went deep. And it was dark, darker than the underside of her skin, deeper than the pits in her stomach. She could barely see what lay on the other side, what knew of the hole in itswall.
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“Routine”
Our child danced. She’d wear the cutest little dress you ever did see, a pink number. With a pink bow. She would slip on those tiny black shoes. Ballerina shoes. And we—my wife Gladys and I—we would clap along to her steps. One, two, three, one, two, three. It was mighty difficult, of course. What with us having to pull her strings.
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“The Absence”
Her mouth was never found.
Imagine the coroner’s shock when he saw her face. Everything was there, in place. Where God had intended.
Eyes above her nose. Ears on either side.
Nose over… Well, when he got a good, long, hard look at the, uh, absence, his own face went paler than quartz. He legit screamed. We let him.
The least we could do.
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“Ambiance”
The scream comes from nowhere yet everywhere.
Loud. Shrill. It cuts the ear like glass.
It belongs to a little girl. Or an old man. Nobody can tell. Some say a dog must’ve got caught in a bear trap.
It never fades.
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