Xperience Fiction
The Year of Storms, Chptr. 3 – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. The steady hum of electricity through the walls floated up to the light panels and the sound washed over itself. They were trying to rob her of the sounds of degenerate humanity, but she had to wonder if near-perfect silence was worse. […]
The Year of Storms – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Rust and iron. Piss. Shit. Vomit. The cries of the incarcerated. Clanging metal. Endless disembodied voices bouncing off of hopelessness. But there was none of that, unless Cellie counted an old television series that was playing on the wall panel. Everything, save that, was […]
The Year of Storms, Chptr. 1 – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Paint, cold and slick, its acrylic base tortured in pigment until it cried crimson rivulets and gleamed in the pale light of the streetlamp. Concrete bathed in that same light, bare, smooth over yards and rough over inches, porous and thirsty for […]
Lithium – Epilogue – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Plastic capsules and powders pressed into discs and ovals and thin, oblong hexagons rested in Mel’s hand as he reached for his glass, half-filled with water from the night before. He took a breath, shoveled them into his mouth, and chased. They weren’t there long […]
Year of Storms, Chptr 2 – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. The steady hum of electricity through the walls floated up to the light panels and the sound washed over itself. They were trying to rob her of the sounds of degenerate humanity, but she had to wonder if near-perfect silence was worse. She […]
Lithium, Chptr. 25 – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Mel watched the sunrise through the windows of the day room as the nurses wound down from the third shift, hanging off the nurse’s station counter that was holding them up. They took in three new people the night before, and they weren’t well off. […]
Lithium – Chptr. 23 – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Mel found a flow with whatever pill they gave him, and it was to go with the flow. Be agreeable. Go along. When he resisted, or when he set about continuing the big esoteric battles, he nodded off. The med forced him to shut […]
Lithium, Chptr 22 – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Mel found himself in a small room connected to a corridor, both haunted by the wayward energy of the mad and delusional. The walls glistened with whitewash, but Mel knew what lay beneath that thin coat was the lives and work of prophets and shaman, […]
Lithium, Chptr. 21 – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. Mel was limp as the cop walked him out of the holding cell and down a long hallway, absent of doors except for on at the very end, with a square window intermeshed with wire. Safety glass, though to Mel, it didn’t look safe at […]
Lithium, Chptr. 20 – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny. The streets of New York city are a river in the middle of the business day, be it lunch hour or ten a.m. The multitudes ensure that there will always be a human current of errand-runners and lunch breakers or even late-wakers going to the […]
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