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· Sep 9
Talisnam: 52 Stories
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I have written many stories. They are inside this book, TALISNAM. Read it, and it will always be part of you!
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We installed a simple device that conveys sound from underwater to above ground, and vice versa. Now the wolves gather at the shore to howl to the whales, and the whales sing back to the wolves
January 22, 2026 at 8:01 PM
We installed a simple device that conveys sound from underwater to above ground, and vice versa. Now the wolves gather at the shore to howl to the whales, and the whales sing back to the wolves
The vultures tell a fairy tale similar to Hansel and Gretel, except that the witch's house is made of delectable rotting meats
January 22, 2026 at 3:00 PM
The vultures tell a fairy tale similar to Hansel and Gretel, except that the witch's house is made of delectable rotting meats
As a child, I yearned for the sugar-trees and peppermint dirt of candyland... As an adult, I yearn still, yet know I would be an abomination to that realm: a devourer built of strange, uncouth materials! A rapacious scourge from beyond the conventional world
January 21, 2026 at 4:23 PM
As a child, I yearned for the sugar-trees and peppermint dirt of candyland... As an adult, I yearn still, yet know I would be an abomination to that realm: a devourer built of strange, uncouth materials! A rapacious scourge from beyond the conventional world
The organelle-organism cycle is the periodic slumber of agency and selfhood as an entity shifts in and out of a hivemind
January 21, 2026 at 4:23 PM
The organelle-organism cycle is the periodic slumber of agency and selfhood as an entity shifts in and out of a hivemind
In peaceable lands, the vultures know war only as myth, and they do not believe in it—the fields of delicious gore, the splattered thorns. It passes like the incursion of candyland: pure delight, the visitation of a heavenly court
January 21, 2026 at 4:22 PM
In peaceable lands, the vultures know war only as myth, and they do not believe in it—the fields of delicious gore, the splattered thorns. It passes like the incursion of candyland: pure delight, the visitation of a heavenly court
Sorry, I have a disorder that causes barking dogs to manifest in the near distance whenever I feel contemplative, melancholic, or lonely
January 21, 2026 at 4:21 PM
Sorry, I have a disorder that causes barking dogs to manifest in the near distance whenever I feel contemplative, melancholic, or lonely
The sign says
DANGER!
EXTREMELY
HIGH FRICTION
WHEN DRY
—How odd. You take a step and rocket forward. Your shoes catch fire
DANGER!
EXTREMELY
HIGH FRICTION
WHEN DRY
—How odd. You take a step and rocket forward. Your shoes catch fire
January 21, 2026 at 4:21 PM
The sign says
DANGER!
EXTREMELY
HIGH FRICTION
WHEN DRY
—How odd. You take a step and rocket forward. Your shoes catch fire
DANGER!
EXTREMELY
HIGH FRICTION
WHEN DRY
—How odd. You take a step and rocket forward. Your shoes catch fire
Six-armed starfish not only know about snowflakes, they consider them proof of their cosmic centrality; they are the twins of angels, made by the god up in his cloudy reef
January 21, 2026 at 3:50 PM
Six-armed starfish not only know about snowflakes, they consider them proof of their cosmic centrality; they are the twins of angels, made by the god up in his cloudy reef
While remaining on her head, the witch's pointy hat turns inside out. Like a nail burrowed into her skull—she is empty, a black velvet cup, catching the oaths that fall from the late bleak sky
January 21, 2026 at 3:49 PM
While remaining on her head, the witch's pointy hat turns inside out. Like a nail burrowed into her skull—she is empty, a black velvet cup, catching the oaths that fall from the late bleak sky
The plowshares reminisce of being swords, when, unsheathed, they would not rest until they'd bitten blood. The farmers cannot hear them when they sing their battle hymn, cutting the soil, dreaming the field is skin
January 21, 2026 at 3:49 PM
The plowshares reminisce of being swords, when, unsheathed, they would not rest until they'd bitten blood. The farmers cannot hear them when they sing their battle hymn, cutting the soil, dreaming the field is skin
The wizard dies; the stars fall from his hat, and scorch small sigils in the grass. His hat, a cone of empty blue. His light is elsewhere, now—adieu
January 21, 2026 at 3:49 PM
The wizard dies; the stars fall from his hat, and scorch small sigils in the grass. His hat, a cone of empty blue. His light is elsewhere, now—adieu
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I have repaired the worm. I have repaired the worm in the kintsugi style. There is gold between its dismantled selves—gold flesh, as soft as the moist soil-sprites. It lives again, and it is whole
January 20, 2026 at 3:45 PM
I have repaired the worm. I have repaired the worm in the kintsugi style. There is gold between its dismantled selves—gold flesh, as soft as the moist soil-sprites. It lives again, and it is whole
The engine ignites, and the birds take off: thousands of them, whirling in the sky, trying to make sense of fire with airborne hive-logic. The rocket emerges from a churning, feathered substrate
January 20, 2026 at 3:45 PM
The engine ignites, and the birds take off: thousands of them, whirling in the sky, trying to make sense of fire with airborne hive-logic. The rocket emerges from a churning, feathered substrate
Don't go to sleep. It's nightmare migration season. Clouds of them will be soaring through mindspace tonight; they will blacken your brain with their roosting
January 20, 2026 at 3:44 PM
Don't go to sleep. It's nightmare migration season. Clouds of them will be soaring through mindspace tonight; they will blacken your brain with their roosting
[dictating into my phone] Coca-cola but the bubbles are huge and they each contain a little man
January 20, 2026 at 3:40 PM
[dictating into my phone] Coca-cola but the bubbles are huge and they each contain a little man
The feline throne is a box. Inside it, through magic or clever technology, every wall is illuminated by a sunbeam—as though the cat-king himself were a hexadirectional sun
January 20, 2026 at 3:40 PM
The feline throne is a box. Inside it, through magic or clever technology, every wall is illuminated by a sunbeam—as though the cat-king himself were a hexadirectional sun
To the unchanging gods, everything impermanent is soft. The whole material world is like a blanket fort: and they nestle in the great stone caverns, inside engine cylinders, and in the spaces between eyes and brains
January 20, 2026 at 2:46 PM
To the unchanging gods, everything impermanent is soft. The whole material world is like a blanket fort: and they nestle in the great stone caverns, inside engine cylinders, and in the spaces between eyes and brains
If it's perpetually covered in lava, it's a lava swamp. If it's periodically covered in lava, it's a lava marsh. Meanwhile, a magma bog is magma under a crust of flexible organic matter
January 20, 2026 at 2:45 PM
If it's perpetually covered in lava, it's a lava swamp. If it's periodically covered in lava, it's a lava marsh. Meanwhile, a magma bog is magma under a crust of flexible organic matter
Brainrot forms the cavities in which braincritters and brainsongbirds nest; it is through brainrot that a head becomes a home
January 20, 2026 at 2:45 PM
Brainrot forms the cavities in which braincritters and brainsongbirds nest; it is through brainrot that a head becomes a home
it's only sleep paralysis if you get the Visitors. otherwise it's just sparkling hypnopompia
January 20, 2026 at 2:15 PM
it's only sleep paralysis if you get the Visitors. otherwise it's just sparkling hypnopompia
Locked in a cage of stars: there is one point in the universe that self-flying spacecrafts cannot escape, because the surrounding constellations are indistinguishable from traffic barriers
January 20, 2026 at 2:15 PM
Locked in a cage of stars: there is one point in the universe that self-flying spacecrafts cannot escape, because the surrounding constellations are indistinguishable from traffic barriers
Analogous to TTRPGs (table-top roleplaying games), where combat is virtualized through speech, are WRRPGs (wrestling ring roleplaying games) where social actions are virtualized through combat
January 20, 2026 at 2:15 PM
Analogous to TTRPGs (table-top roleplaying games), where combat is virtualized through speech, are WRRPGs (wrestling ring roleplaying games) where social actions are virtualized through combat
When she smiles, her expressive feathers flip to their iridescent side, and her face becomes a bowl of molten colors, rippling blue and gold
January 20, 2026 at 2:14 PM
When she smiles, her expressive feathers flip to their iridescent side, and her face becomes a bowl of molten colors, rippling blue and gold
Vascular tattooing is when a deployment of nanobots restructures your veins to form an image, just below the skin, whose visibility changes with your circulation
January 14, 2026 at 6:18 PM
Vascular tattooing is when a deployment of nanobots restructures your veins to form an image, just below the skin, whose visibility changes with your circulation