Cory’s Story: Ventriloquist

Hi. How are you doing? Do you have a name? Ventriloquist. My name’s Cory. How are you doing? I feel so…alone. I have news for you, then. We’re part of a system. There’s many people here, like Ribbon, or Jasmine, or…maybe we’ll ignore the ski lodge occupants right now. I cannot be alone. Let meContinue reading “Cory’s Story: Ventriloquist”

Cory’s Story: Monsters at the window and a little laughter

The empty place between plants on the windowsill taunted Cory as he laid in bed, trying to sleep. The empty space, as large as a head, haunted him. He stared there, at the dark emptiness outside, unable to shut his eyes because one night, many nights ago, pale creatures had crawled up out of the canyon and eyelessly stared through that window, freezing him motionless in his bed.

Cory’s Story: read this and go away

I know you may never read this, Ripple, but that’s because of your role in the system. You front most of the time. You don’t know about lots of the bad stuff that’s happened. Our brain splits those up, the functioning every day, the knowledge about what happened. You get to function every day.