The King in Red and Blue

Writings by Sean Dillon

Thursday, December 26, 2019

The black and white pawns don’t fight each other; they join forces. (Bohemian Rhapsody)

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The following poem was found in the pocket of noted programmer and chess master, Hex. He was found dead in a bohemian junkheap along wit...
Thursday, December 19, 2019

I miss you dreadfully! (Jupiter Jazz Part 2)

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“Are you Ryan Chack,” “Claudia. Claudia Valespie.” “Two million right now. Twenty million when you finish.” One doesn’t say no to a m...
Thursday, December 12, 2019

The Unmarried Mother was a man twenty–five years old, no taller than I am, childish features and a touchy temper. (Jupiter Jazz Part 1)

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I sit in the bar with a cowboy in my hand, waiting for the end. It began on a Tuesday evening, when I was given the job. My apartment had...
Thursday, December 5, 2019

Everybody’s dead, Dave. (Toys in the Attic)

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Lesson 1. Always eat your vegetables. The frozen sarcophagus danced in the eternally midnight sky like a ballerina falling to her u...
Thursday, November 28, 2019

What the universe really needs are truckers! (Heavy Metal Queen)

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Ural Terpsichore promised himself that this would be his last bounty the way many an addict promises themselves that this would be their ...
Monday, November 25, 2019

Free Chelsea (The Strange Case of Starship Iris)

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Commissioned by Aleph Null "Penguins get scared too." The question at the heart of this story about various kinds of peop...
Thursday, November 21, 2019

She may be in the here and now, but it’s the ghost he sees. (Ganymede Elegy)

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Jane Morrison would spend her nights swimming in the river. On some nights, the moon would glisten like satin on her naked form as if she...
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