“All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.” LifeRomanceDeathSexWaterMusicDreamsMagicSacrificeRainEmptyScience FictionJazzShipsPianoPoemsWakingAbandonedGreek MythologyApocalypseGhostsHauntingGothicShakespeareTempestMagickSongsAmnesiaDamnationStormsReflectionsDesolatePuddlesMasqueradeAndroidsEmily DickinsonCountSpectreHauntsMannequinsCityisleCityspireCarrackFedoraHorace WalpolePhillip K DickSpecters Author:Nathan Reese Maher
“Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost memories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreams play when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the constant sea of trial and when all is done, do we not all yearn for ships to carry us home?” LifeRomanceDeathSexWaterMusicDreamsMagicSacrificeRainEmptyScience FictionJazzShipsPianoPoemsWakingAbandonedGreek MythologyApocalypseGhostsHauntingGothicShakespeareTempestMagickSongsAmnesiaDamnationStormsReflectionsDesolatePuddlesMasqueradeAndroidsEmily DickinsonCountSpectreHauntsMannequinsCityisleCityspireCarrackFedoraHorace WalpolePhillip K DickSpecters Author:Nathan Reese Maher
“Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.” LifeRomanceDeathSexWaterMusicDreamsMagicSacrificeRainEmptyScience FictionJazzShipsPianoPoemsWakingAbandonedGreek MythologyApocalypseGhostsHauntingGothicShakespeareTempestMagickSongsAmnesiaDamnationStormsReflectionsDesolatePuddlesMasqueradeAndroidsEmily DickinsonCountSpectreHauntsMannequinsCityisleCityspireCarrackFedoraHorace WalpolePhillip K DickSpecters Author:Nathan Reese Maher
“I can’t help but ask, “Do you know where you are?” She turns to me with a foreboding glare. “Do you?” LifeRomanceDeathSexWaterMusicDreamsMagicSacrificeRainEmptyScience FictionJazzShipsPianoPoemsWakingAbandonedGreek MythologyApocalypseGhostsHauntingGothicShakespeareTempestMagickSongsAmnesiaDamnationStormsReflectionsDesolatePuddlesMasqueradeAndroidsEmily DickinsonCountSpectreHauntsMannequinsCityisleCityspireCarrackFedoraHorace WalpolePhillip K DickSpecters Author:Nathan Reese Maher
“There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach in a hangman’s noose. It is this same lack in noise that lives, there! in the darkness of the grave, how it frightens me beyond all things.” LifeRomanceDeathSexWaterMusicDreamsMagicSacrificeRainEmptyScience FictionJazzShipsPianoPoemsWakingAbandonedGreek MythologyApocalypseGhostsHauntingGothicShakespeareTempestMagickSongsAmnesiaDamnationStormsReflectionsDesolatePuddlesMasqueradeAndroidsEmily DickinsonCountSpectreHauntsMannequinsCityisleCityspireCarrackFedoraHorace WalpolePhillip K DickSpecters Author:Nathan Reese Maher
“Did Bach ever eat pancakes at midnight?” LifeRomanceDeathSexWaterMusicDreamsMagicSacrificeRainEmptyScience FictionJazzShipsPianoPoemsWakingAbandonedGreek MythologyApocalypseGhostsHauntingGothicShakespeareTempestMagickSongsAmnesiaDamnationStormsReflectionsDesolatePuddlesMasqueradeAndroidsEmily DickinsonCountSpectreHauntsMannequinsCityisleCityspireCarrackFedoraHorace WalpolePhillip K DickSpecters Author:Nathan Reese Maher
“History doesn’t start with a tall building and a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone is taking us for suckers and is playing a mean game.” LifeRomanceDeathSexWaterMusicDreamsMagicSacrificeRainEmptyScience FictionJazzShipsPianoPoemsWakingAbandonedGreek MythologyApocalypseGhostsHauntingGothicShakespeareTempestMagickSongsAmnesiaDamnationStormsReflectionsDesolatePuddlesMasqueradeAndroidsEmily DickinsonCountSpectreHauntsMannequinsCityisleCityspireCarrackFedoraHorace WalpolePhillip K DickSpecters Author:Nathan Reese Maher
“I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is there that my stomach leaps into my throat. Squatting just shy of the light and partially concealed by the shade of an alley is a sinister silhouette beneath a crimson cowl, beaming a demonic smile which spans from cheek to swollen cheek.” LifeRomanceDeathSexWaterMusicDreamsMagicSacrificeRainEmptyScience FictionJazzShipsPianoPoemsWakingAbandonedGreek MythologyApocalypseGhostsHauntingGothicShakespeareTempestMagickSongsAmnesiaDamnationStormsReflectionsDesolatePuddlesMasqueradeAndroidsEmily DickinsonCountSpectreHauntsMannequinsCityisleCityspireCarrackFedoraHorace WalpolePhillip K DickSpecters Author:Nathan Reese Maher
“She leaves my side and heads deeper into the apartment singing, “—if the spirit tries to hide, its temple far away… a copper for those they ask, a diamond for those who stay.” LifeRomanceDeathSexWaterMusicDreamsMagicSacrificeRainEmptyScience FictionJazzShipsPianoPoemsWakingAbandonedGreek MythologyApocalypseGhostsHauntingGothicShakespeareTempestMagickSongsAmnesiaDamnationStormsReflectionsDesolatePuddlesMasqueradeAndroidsEmily DickinsonCountSpectreHauntsMannequinsCityisleCityspireCarrackFedoraHorace WalpolePhillip K DickSpecters Author:Nathan Reese Maher
“I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands limp at my direction, pointing out the coming shadows and I cannot help but hear a muffled sigh as she decapitates her latest creation with a single push of her hand.” LifeRomanceDeathSexWaterMusicDreamsMagicSacrificeRainEmptyScience FictionJazzShipsPianoPoemsWakingAbandonedGreek MythologyApocalypseGhostsHauntingGothicShakespeareTempestMagickSongsAmnesiaDamnationStormsReflectionsDesolatePuddlesMasqueradeAndroidsEmily DickinsonCountSpectreHauntsMannequinsCityisleCityspireCarrackFedoraHorace WalpolePhillip K DickSpecters Author:Nathan Reese Maher
“That’s a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their right mind would point at this thing and say, ‘I’m going to fly in my Model-A1’. People would much rather say, ‘Get in my whirly-gig’. And that’s what you should name it.” LifeRomanceDeathSexWaterMusicDreamsMagicSacrificeRainEmptyScience FictionJazzShipsPianoPoemsWakingAbandonedGreek MythologyApocalypseGhostsHauntingGothicShakespeareTempestMagickSongsAmnesiaDamnationStormsReflectionsDesolatePuddlesMasqueradeAndroidsEmily DickinsonCountSpectreHauntsMannequinsCityisleCityspireCarrackFedoraHorace WalpolePhillip K DickSpecters Author:Nathan Reese Maher
“Cry no tears for us, my friend.” I pry at her fingers, panicking to be released in fear that she may drag me into death with her. She croaks again, “Lend no aches to the dreams of yesterday.” From the corpse of Warren, his greyish gums smack from whatever goo has settled in his mouth, “Allow the tide sweep free the bay.” Then together they sing in zombie choir, “And home the ships sailing send.” RomanceDeathDreamsSacrificeShipsWakingZombieGothicTempestStormsWater For ElephantsCityisleCityspire Author:Nathan Reese Maher