Ommatidia » Barlowe

The dead are singing. Barlowe just hums. They don’t seem to want to include him in their interlocking hexagons, but they don’t mind his tagging along. They’ll form up and shuffle after some...

https://www.ommatidia.org/2007/06/21/barlowe-5/

Antoine shakes the milk. “I wouldn’t,” Donyelle says. “It was in the fridge.” “Who knows how long the brownouts lasted around here?” she points out. “Just pour water on your cerea...

https://www.ommatidia.org/2006/11/22/antoine/

Barlowe smells something good and immediately finds himself vomiting. It’s not a twisting, retching sort of vomit; as with the wall, he can no longer feel any strain on his muscles. His body is...

https://www.ommatidia.org/2006/11/01/barlowe/

Barlowe has, of course, been dead before: born blue and tiny, he took his first breath thirty seconds late, and it stuck. Apnea. Life is a cat, he learned, ready to sneak away on any given night....

https://www.ommatidia.org/2006/07/31/barlowe-2/

Barlowe considers climbing out the window, then removes it (and part of the wall) with one swipe. He’s aware of his muscles creaking distantly, like the rigging of a schooner; it doesn’t seem...

https://www.ommatidia.org/2006/07/13/barlowe-3/