http://metamorphosism.com/fiction/ Restarting the heart is usually not so hard. en-us 2006-11-29T09:10:54+01:00 http://metamorphosism.com/fiction/archives/002396.html So when are you moving out? You said last night you wanted to move out, Lightbulb says. Square Peg says he doesn't really want to move out, that he was just desperate. Square Peg wishes things would be different is... Mig 2006-11-29T09:10:54+01:00 http://metamorphosism.com/fiction/archives/002392.html Square peg is driving obsidian to the slaughterhouse. It's still dark outside, a November dark that swallows headlights and streetlights, and the windows keep fogging up. Obsidian is crying and they're stuck behind a truck in the slow lane and... Mig 2006-11-23T07:39:50+01:00 http://metamorphosism.com/fiction/archives/002252.html Where is this going? I sleep at odd hours, to avoid your dreams; I'm not usually out at this time. It's midnight and I'm surprised to see some of the neighbors are still up, their house lights still burning. But... Mig 2006-02-23T14:30:51+01:00 http://metamorphosism.com/fiction/archives/002194.html We're all doctors here on the moon.... Mig 2005-12-14T14:12:08+01:00 http://metamorphosism.com/fiction/archives/000981.html Butterneck. Jesus. She just laughed and finished cleaning her revolver and put it back into the box. You've been talking to my mom, I said. She locked the box and threw away the key, which was good because just that... Mig 2005-06-19T14:09:35+01:00 http://metamorphosism.com/fiction/archives/002024.html Just that morning I'd been complaining to my wife about having no friends; then of course three sent me nice emails at work, and now here I was having sushi with another friend. "I don't know why," she said. "I... Mig 2005-04-06T09:15:44+01:00 http://metamorphosism.com/fiction/archives/001955.html If it weren't a workday and if you weren't sick I'd build you an igloo.... Mig 2005-02-16T10:53:37+01:00 http://metamorphosism.com/fiction/archives/001042.html Blake ran the Zipper: sometimes the throttle, but mostly he locked people into the cages and let them out again when it was over. In his camper he had a whole shoebox full of crack pipes and hash pipes and... Mig 2004-12-10T14:23:59+01:00 http://metamorphosism.com/fiction/archives/001037.html he thought she would ask directions and considered flirtatious answers she was pretty... Mig 2004-12-07T07:52:31+01:00 http://metamorphosism.com/fiction/archives/001036.html In that apartment up there a young bank clerk read an architecture glossy, and in that one across there a DJ drank Cointreau on ice with a sales clerk from the "Gap" and brushed a manicured index finger along the... Mig 2004-12-07T07:48:34+01:00 http://metamorphosism.com/fiction/archives/000986.html "It's painless," Luiz said to me. "That's the best thing about it." He was standing in the street in front of "Buck's" tavern at two-thirty in the morning, pressing a Saturday-night special to his right temple. "The bullet's in your... Mig 2004-10-21T09:17:33+01:00 http://metamorphosism.com/fiction/archives/000843.html That stapler on your desk how do you know it's real? Touch it. You can feel it. Someone is watching you from behind your neck prickles. You can feel it. Now that we have the physics out of the way... Mig 2004-06-09T13:37:21+01:00 http://metamorphosism.com/fiction/archives/000770.html Pass him on the street and if you notice him at all, he's just an average guy, forties, grey hair, likely as not in a dark suit, ambling along somewhere, in no hurry because he left at least half an... Mig 2004-05-01T14:19:28+01:00 http://metamorphosism.com/fiction/archives/000769.html 1. Learn to play the harp... Mig 2004-04-15T14:18:27+01:00 http://metamorphosism.com/fiction/archives/000768.html Paul Gaugin: The light here rocks. Doesn't the light here rock? Have you ever seen light like that? Vincent van Gogh: Lalalala.... Mig 2004-04-15T14:16:43+01:00