ACME (09) – A Final Thought for Old Mrs. Misserly

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A Final Thought for Old Mrs. Misserly
(erased from memory, stabbed back with realisation)

The kettle on the stove was boiling with bubbling cacophony.  It was a frightening sound, when analysed, with its random and violent blubs and pops.  But old Mrs. Misserly, after years of hearing its wet crackles, found it a comforting noise; a sort of school bell for the end of a long day plagued by peripheral pranksters.  Her days had been the same for some time now.  She would arise every morning as her patch of ACME was only just being tickled by the imagination of dawn’s light. …   [continue reading]

ACME (01) – An Introduction

As my first foray into more experimental fiction, “ACME” comes across as a surreal journey through parallel worlds. Intending to be a freeform, explorative piece on the nature of reality and philosophy of existence, you will nonetheless discover an intricate and woven tale of woe and waste – along with the hopes and optimism that can rise from spent ashes.

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An Introduction
(welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment)

Petey stood perspiring, rubbing his porky and ill-defined pinkies together in angst, fearful but energized.  Let’s proceed to paint this picture with all the full wonder and respect it commands, for the room in which Petey shook – not entirely out of disturbance, but more anticipation – was so unlike any enclosed space you have ever entered. …   [continue reading]