Stories and Art to Free a Spring in Chains

Featured Image: โ€œI Will Make These Chains My Ownโ€

THE BATHROOM MUSE

โ€œWhat a story idea!โ€ I gasp on the toilet. โ€œIf only I had something to jot it down with!โ€

And there she is: Flushona, the bathroom muse, handing me my forgotten phone. โ€œHere you go, Honey.โ€

โ€œA goddess of defecation inspiration?โ€

โ€œNever let a good idea go to crap!โ€

โ€œWait Your Turnโ€

RED FRAGMENT STORY

A shard of advanced alien technology. Illegal. Fell into my yard.

Iโ€™ve heard red fragment stories: Just one touch. Like magic. Restored youth and perfect health.

And random reassignment of body, race and sex.

I shouldnโ€™t.

But the chemo isnโ€™t workingโ€ฆ

โ€œRegretsโ€

LITTLE CHIMERAS

Tom sipped coffee looking at the backyard. โ€œWeโ€™ve got, little chimeras?โ€

Allie thumbed through her Learnerโ€™s Guide to North American Paranormal Animals. โ€œNo, little griffons! Part squirrel, part blue jay.โ€

โ€œSquirrel-Jays?โ€

โ€œExactly.โ€

โ€œHuh. Neat,โ€ he sips.

โ€œHere Comes the Cavalry!โ€

FLOTSAM FROM THE DOWNFALL OF MAN

The robots ventured into a polluted world to heal it.

Some returned, bearing mechanical flotsam from the downfall of man. The Engineer and his daughters built more Caretakers.

Then they brought the woman and her sons.

The tribe of the wise, began.

โ€œPavilion of Lost Wondersโ€

ALIEN EDEN

My husband follows me, all stilt limbs under a bloated body. Iโ€™m no different, grown giant and inhuman after myriad changes.

We look to the stars. Toward the terraforming drones remaking Earth into an alien Eden.

Did they know mankind was here?

Do they care?

โ€œThe Transplant Gardenโ€

FIND YOUR KEY

He stands amid a web of chains and ten-thousand keys. His bonds chime a susurrus symphony in the wind.

โ€œFind your key,โ€ he says in a rusted mask. โ€œUnlock your destiny.โ€

I pluck my choice and unlock his shackles. โ€œI shall be she who frees the Priest of Locks.โ€

โ€œThe Forgotten Muse Remembersโ€

THE POLYMORPH BAR

Making your way in the world today,
Takes everything you’ve got.
But a drink at the Polymorph Bar,
Makes you what youโ€™re not!

Would you like to get real strange?

Sometimes you want to go,
Where everybody barks and bays!
And they’re always glad you cameโ€ฆ

โ€œGentlemenโ€™s Dog Bar, Est. 1895โ€

All stories and art Copyright ยฉ by Jason H. Abbott, including occasional parody. All Rights Reserved.

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