For Writers Who Feel the Pull of the Moon
A creative sanctuary for weird fiction and genre-bending storytellers—especially those building creative lives in the margins
THE FERRIS WHEEL
The Ferris Wheel is old and rusted but one of the carriages is down at the bottom. You climb into it, the metal creaking. It's a low, unsettling sound but the shade is a welcome relief. You sit down on the bottom of the carriage. Out of everywhere you've seen thus far, this looks like the best place to sit down and rest.
You close your eyes, reflecting on how strange everything has become. Quickly, darkness falls over you. Beneath it, a strange blue-grey haze is sitting, like a storm. Electricity fills the air but it's not enough to wake you.
There's a voice, then. It sounds amused and friendly. "Wow. You got really turned around, huh? Well, if you play your cards right, I might be willing to help you get out of here."
You try to move toward the light, but your dream swallows you whole.