Laeth's Blog, page 3
August 19, 2025
the chevalier
Once he heard that the chevalier was closing, he had to call her. It was only fitting and fair that they meet there one last time, to say goodbye to it, and to their young selves, and to whatever it was they had together, and which he knew he would never have again with anyone else. It was a summer fling, that was one way to put it, and though it was very intense, they were much too young to be so tied to another person, they still had their whole lives ahead of them. This is what she’d said, an...
August 18, 2025
Wee Wisdom (41)
August 13, 2025
hypnagothic #two
hypnagothic is going darker for issue #two.
tales to terrify and petrify and mystify.
in this issue:
Appointment in Samarkand (Maolsheachlann Ó Ceallaigh)
The True Foundation (Sean Gois)
Out of Body (Laeth)
The Philosopher and the Imp (Tom Magee)
The dream about the house on top of the hill (Júlia)
August 11, 2025
Wee Wisdom (40)
a tragic death
under brutal heat
the ants feast
August 9, 2025
(inspiration, intuition, influence)
this was originally going to be a comment but it got too long, so here it goes.
I've realized I don't have a clear understanding of intuition, inspiration, influence - that are neither individual nor abstract (because I haven't understood it, I can only express it negatively).
When a young child experiences his world, there is an animistic sense of the presence of other consciousnesses, but only a few are of known individuals. How can the unindividual but personal (...of beings) cons...
August 7, 2025
her name
You meet someone named Philip and you don’t think again about the name. It’s more like the sound of a pavlovian bell, or maybe like a calling card, with no meaning and no existence outside its connection to the person named. You may or may not know, but even if you do it wouldn’t cross your mind, that the name is composed of two parts, philo, meaning love, the same as in philosophy or philology, and hippo, meaning horse, which may sound strange to most ears now because hippopotamus, literally th...
August 5, 2025
in heat
As the dog days stretched to dog weeks and then to dog months, we forgot what it was like to have any other kind of weather, or any other kind of world. Outside the heat there is nothing except fantasies and illusions. The heat is eternal, it has existed since before the world was made and it will exist long after the world is gone. That’s what it feels like.
How long has it been. Three, four months, who can tell. It can’t last much longer, can it. Have the seasons been abolished, and from now on...
August 4, 2025
a short prehistory of the carrot
There was a time on this earth, as everyone knows, when men and women lived for hundreds of years. And in those times, processes that in our own age take many generations to unfold, father begetting son becoming father begetting son, and so on and so forth, could instead be accomplished by one man alone, regardless of how many sons he had, or even daughters, and sometimes because of them. This story is about one such man, the man who invented the carrot, and why he did it.
The invention happened ...
Wee Wisdom (39)
July 30, 2025
hypnagothic #one
here it is, the first of many issues of hypnagothic mag, with stories by Sean Gois, John Gois, Wawrzyniec and yours truly.
fifty some pages of good, new fashioned literary entertainment. brought to you by an apocalyptic urge to do something fun.
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