Gallade's Story Archive

Creatus took a pool of heated copper and tin, and hammered it into a sphere. Over and over, for thousands of years, Creatus hammered away, trying to perfect the sphere, getting closer and closer. But, there was just a handful too much copper. The sphere was never perfect. Eventually, in his frustration, Creatus forced all the imperfections onto one conjoined part of the sphere. This was acceptable, for a while. Soon, however, Creatus’ patience again thinned. Rather than spend another thousand years trying to fix it, he covered the sphere in immense quantities of water. The incredible mass of metal held the water to its surface, and the dark depths hid the flaws for a while.     However, in his perfectionism, he sought to know if his solution worked. He borrowed a light from a nearby project and hung it, bright as it was, eight minutes away from his project. At first, the project looked lovely. A bright blue transluscent sphere, with a hidden, hinted copper core. But as th...

          It was one of those nights. My mug of coffee had run dry, and the day’s Times was just dreary and unmoving. The rain struck hard against my windows, the bleak streets broken only by the yellow glow of their lamps on this dark night. The ceiling fan spun wryly over my olive-green office, threatening to put out my last cigarette. It was then that I heard a faint strike on my door. The rat-tat-tat of a youngster, unsure if this is the place.         “Come in,” my voice answered before I’d decided. I’d had enough money for the week, and it was late enough to pretend to be away. Oh well, what’s done is done.         The door creaked open, and a young woman stepped inside. She had a flapper’s dress on, and in her hands she carried her purse and her gloves. She was dressed for a party, so I couldn’t help but wonder what lover’s quarrel led her here. I had her sit down, ha...