@Denise Tanaka -
The Airplane - this is a quirky little gem, and a cautionary tale of the dangers of hubris, even when one is a shapeshifting... well, in the end we're not sure what the 'airplane' is - maybe the airplane itself has forgotten its own identity, lost it somewhere in the swirling vortices of time and shape? It's funny; there's a bit of life philosophy tied up in this. It's so easy to forget the important things when you're in your prime, thinking you're invincible, whizzing around incarnated as a racing car; but all it takes is one slip for life to remind you of your own shortcomings. Life is a great leveller, sometimes.
@willwallace -
Passage - what was it Keyser Söze said? "The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist." But Atoc isn't the Devil - he's God, and the greatest trick he might be pulling is to convince the world that he
does exist; He exists in the mountains, in the bones of the dead, in the crumbled stones that once were temples; in the collective memory of men. A brilliant condensation of the cyclical nature of civilisation and a hint at the dead things lying at the base of the human soul, ready to spring forth at any moment. You can't kill a god. Especially if he doesn't exist.
@Starbeast -
Driving Into Darkness - even the title hints at a kind of slow-burning, Joseph-Conrad style descent into insanity (a bit like watching the England cricket team), and we're treated to a classic slice of Beast, a bleak, ultra-violent thriller filled with noirish prose that reads like a Dummies' Guide to brutish depravity. The short format allows Beast to expertly distil our MC's brutality into a few impassive thought processes ("I killed him...", "I ran over a kid", "I butchered both men..."; the very essence of psychopathy. And when the devils pour out of that vicious vomitorium, we know our guide's insanity is about to consume himself, and not before time too.
@DG Jones -
Flight YV1906 to Berlin - Ooh, this one's mine!
@Ashleyne. B. Watts -
Heels Over Head (Alternate Lifestyle) - It took me three readings of this macabre fun-fest to try and make head or tail from it, but once I cracked it I realised what a clever little trick it was. Not only can we read the cautionary tale of not overextending oneself, but we're shown parallel universes, made literal through the perceived portals somewhere in the sky but figurative through the inversion of realities; witness the pilot nosediving to climb into the sky, jellyfish floating by as the ocean swirls
below him, and of course the gruesome, Amin-esque limb transposition at the end. It all points towards life... but perhaps not as we know it. There's a hint that the whole piloting section was perhaps a deep dream-as-defence-mechanism to ward off the horror of the present, but it's left hanging, much like a leg dangling from a shoulder blade. A fitting end to a triumvirate of pretty grim stories.
More later, folks! I know it's being said to death this month, but seriously: fantastic stories by everyone so far.