Michael John Grist

Flatland

At the center of Flatland there was a tall sky-scraper, thirty stories high. In the skyscraper were many offices, filled with workers who spent their days typing at their ledgers, [...]

Sagasu’s Life

Sagasu was watching the child in the corner. The corner was dark, and the child was dark. Its mouth was open, always.
Sagasu was grinding butterfly’s wings. He was mixing them [...]

Fadeout

They strapped a man to the ceiling today. I know him. His name is Wasari Ichimura. I tried to talk to him afterwards but he wasn’t interested, and I was [...]

Isidro’s Furnace

Isidro’s furnace demanded FBI agents, but he only fed it limestone and coke, sometimes Rice Crispies if it was good. In return, it fed his insanity. Neither got exactly what [...]