Jake’s Demon’s – Non Humor – Unfinished

Jake’s Demon’s
By Andy Alt / Mental Dimensions

Sept 24, 2007 – It was a dark and normal night. The stars shone brightly without illumination from the moon. Clouds had drifted away silently shortly before sunset. Not even the chirping of crickets could be heard. It was a serene night and would have been very enjoyable for Jake if not for the demons on his back.

That the demons merely existed in the metaphorical sense provided Jake no solace. His mind was in a vice of torture until all joy and happiness was squeezed from his soul, and he was only aware of the demons.

After a time, he had not even enough strength to feel pain or agony and fell asleep. Naturally the demons had no qualms about following

War with No Battlefield

War with no Battlefield
By Andy Alt / Mental Dimensions

Jun 3, 2006 – I wrote this yesterday using strange devices known as a pen and paper. Today I used advanced alien technology to type it into my computer. The story below is not funny, nor is it finished. I’m hoping that someone will finish it because I’m curious to see how it ends. Other than being incomplete, it’s kind of in the spirit of Mount Solation, a story I wrote last year.

What Else is There? | Non Humor

What Else is There?
By Sylvya Stone
Written in May, 2004 — Published online Jan 11, 2006

A friend asked me: What else is there? My question back was: Are you referring to heaven or hell? He said, “I don’t believe in heaven or hell. What proof is there that they exist? Hell can be on this earth,” he added. I agreed. And I said, “so can heaven.” He shook his head in agreement.

Hell’s a hobbled horse-whose tightly clenched limb and cinched up head restricts a free-spirit. A helpless, hobbled horse is like a person bound by life’s unresolved issues, internal conflicts, and daily societal battles.

Nurturon 370 – Humor – Unfinished

Nurturon 370
By Andy Alt / Mental Dimensions

12-15-2004 – Today I’m writing, but yesterday I was cybernetically linked to a machine which printed my words as fast as I could think them. I’m not usually one to dwell in the future, but I feel the need to get all this down before my implants shut down.

I have been to the future. I was born in the future. I will die in the past. I can accept that. If I went by your calendar, I was born February 17 in the year 3176. I remember it was very cold that day.