Reboot

He’d been getting underground CRISPR treatments for years. Maybe his new friends didn’t suspect, but I knew Elray back in the 90s, when I was in high school and he was pushing 40. He should have been in his late 70s, but with a full head of jet black hair and athletic build, he looked younger than when I hung out with him. Plus he had to be eight inches taller. He was all brilliant white smiles as he walked up to me in his signature black tuxedo, through the crowd of retro-punks and retro-mods.

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The Water Puppies of Sìthachulish

“Aost places have magic, ‘n’ this is a sàr aost place.” The antiques merchant was staring at me intently across the counter when he said this. His sparkling green eyes, set deeply in the rough terrain of his crevassed face, reminded me of the Glittering Wood-moss dotting the hillside among the ancient Norse castle ruins behind his shop.

“Ok, well, can I put my flyer up for my missing dog?” I asked. I didn’t know if they called small posters flyers in the Scottish Highlands, so I held up the paper with Sid’s picture on it with the word “MISSING” scrawled across.

The Daisybrain Universe

There comes a time when a man sits down at a rickety chair and table at a cafe that only serves buns and gelato. At such a time, the man may decide to publish a Daisybrain post with no original content. This is such a time. As an alternative to newness, I give you oldness. Specifically, I present you with seven portals to very special Daisybrain posts of the past – posts that, unless you are me, you probably have never come across before.

Please carefully choose your daisy, and click forth!

 

 

 

 

 

Snippets – little storylets from Daisybrain

I Fart Words

For the last year, my farts have been speaking to me, and as you might expect, they are a bit crude.