davidcain

New Economy

The robots control the means of production....

grok how

This new work of art was one of many attempts to grok all parts of the whole beautiful experience in all its complexity in one opus. But before it could be judg...

or stain

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones: Had I your tongues and eyes, I'ld use them so That heaven’s vault should crack. She’s gone for ever! I know wh...

that reveals

I thought painting and drawing were about light and happy things and beauty and aesthetics. Not about a spirit or force that reveals who we really are. — Michae...

genuine

The tears we shed in our sleep are the only genuine tears we shed in our lives. The waking tears are self-pity. — Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook...

a little

We came to find new things,” I answered boldly. “We are tired of the old things; we have come up out of the sea to know that which is unknown. We are of a brave...

so strong

Her beauty — that of a shy, wild, quiveringly sensitive thing — seemed nothing to her. Even her soul, so strong for rhapsody, was not enough. She must have some...

loomed immanent

Like an immature vampire, Jeff was more affected than true. Long stringy hair had been deliberately moussed into a provocative emo-scrawl, his piercings and tat...

loved

We wish to be understood, because we wish to be loved, and we wish to be loved because we are in love. Marcel Proust, The Sweet Cheat Gone...

you, alone

Gentlemen, welcome to the world of reality – there is no audience. No one to applaud, to admire. No one to see you. Do you understand? Here is the truth – actua...

in the wheel

They were caught in the wheel from birth and they kept at it till death—and this treadmill they tried to dignify by calling it life. If you asked any one to exp...

they don't

“You mustn’t mind people so much. They’re not being disagreeable to YOU — it’s their way. You always think people are meaning things for you. But they don’t.” D...

ask a fly

“As for LOVE!” he cried, “you might as well ask a fly to love you! It’ll love settling on you —” DH Lawrence, Sons and Lovers...

unleashing

When I sleep with a window air conditioner buzzing loudly through the night I hear symphonies in the white noise, operas sung in full voice in the darkness, unl...

words

In my head, words are going on all the time, you know? — Samuel R. Delany, Dhalgren...

from Witch by David Cain

Supposing witch powers are inherited, we start opening questions of what powers do witches have; are they each assigned a kind of magic, or even one ultra-power...

Song of Songs, a novel by David Cain, Prelude

Prelude Tuesday night meant the End. "Already? Doesn't feel like a Tuesday. I must have lost a day." "I'm pretty sure," I said, though in truth, there was no do...

Flings, a short story by Lord Malinov

As I looked into her eyes, I recognized the fire. I had seen it before, in other women, at other times, and I had grown to fear and respect that blaze of madnes...

The New Ending, a short story by Lord Malinov

(photo by me, of my wife) Bill Tyler sat sadly nursing a beer when the sound of a woman's voice, slightly intoxicated and very excited, erupted behind him. "Bil...

Reason not the Need, a short story by Lord Malinov

(photo by me, of my wife) "I know what you need," Alyssa had said with a smirk. Stephanie shoved a linen dress that clung to her damp arm. Some loose metal hang...