Ambulacral Layer (adam wimbush)

Rooms around the world are taking people as prisoners. They hypnotize them playing their own memories, repeating conversations to them, using words to retain them.

Witch Dr Dranzel was summoned immediately after the room seemingly took the small boy. It was only upon his arrival we noticed the rooms viscosity, how far had the child gone?

Some days the house grows, the rooms are never ending, the corners deepening by the minute. Each floor separated by the stairs that never end.

In the Flame Library the language sparks flicker. Flammable words ignite ideas. The heat produced from reading these books is a form of energy. They use it to power their thoughts until they are all burnt out.

Its a far off land, one where night never seems to get. They welcome adventures with open arms, convincing them to tell stories of the darkness. Midnight skinny dipping, lone walks down dark alleys, fireflys at dusk, last train home, reading books by flickering candle light.....

Fluctuations in the ether indicate that fragile zones of freedom still exist: ghostly frequencies where the pirate stations used to dance.

Made of the unreality between space languages, the intoxicated blue ghosts plug in your electric screen behind the pummel sensitive stitches. Between ethereal fabric receptionists, the space behind their bobbin unravelsbetween . ,thespace.

Behind the screen, behind the blue, intoxicated stitches pummel the ethereal fabric. Sensitive receptionists made of unreality plug in your electric language. Their ghost bobbins unravel between the space between space.

Huddled over his iPhone, the writer employed metonymy, synecdoche, metaphor and simile. Personification, however, refused to be used, sashaying from the screen a nanosecond before his would-be master tapped the Tweet button.

At low tide in the mirror, Ophelia searches for flotsam and jetsam, gifts from afar. At high tide she sinks down: each day a little deeper.

A flock of turists gather at the beach leaving behind their reflections, their DNA and their fluids. Robotic algae gather the information, the ocean is analyzing it for its next move.