prose Archives - Regular Movement

Out Of Your Own Way

He sits there and he does something. He looks at it and he wonders why it is not what he wants it to be. He

It was a film noir city, so he collected the rainwater in buckets, on the roof beside his pigeon roosts. He trained the water to

He looked at the red tie. He looked at the blue tie. Oxygenated or unoxygenated blood. There were police lights flashing: red blue red blue. A

The spade cuts into the earth, a clean sharp cut that reveals the dirt under the grass. It’s soft, which is going to make this

A writer writing about writers who only write about writers. He is disappearing into an irony cul-de-sac, and that is why he wrote it —

Yesterday disintegrated. A fingertip touched to a surface covered in dust. His breath catches on the exposed nerve in his front canine. He bites his

A temporal blade inserted into the belly of the world and waggled around, guts spilling out. Everyone thinks it is a dragon. Fire leaps from

It’s one of those narrative dynamics they lay in with a foreshadowing protocol. Loss of data and recovery of it makes for one of those

You see the cars coming towards you and you are a fixed point. You are moving forward and everything else is going backwards — it

A final assignment before this reality was shuttered. The local god had run his course, the planet was burnt out, and the reality engine looked