C. Rommial Butler
Bio
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
Stories (126/0)
StrengthVPower
Strength Versus Power Maybe the grass is greener on the other side; but what if you found by the time you were done fighting to attain the other side, the grass would be scorched to dirt, along with the grass you left behind? Would you still be so eager to cross the line, to chase the dream, if you knew the outcome wasn’t going to be what you desired?
By C. Rommial Butler3 months ago in Poets
The Lair of the Wyrm
Imagine having power to wrest change in this great field generator… this consensus reality… …and then deciding that rather than work for the Good such a creature would waste that power on endless attempts to prevent others from being true.
By C. Rommial Butler3 months ago in Poets
Portrait of the Creature as a Hapless Biped
You have this magnificent brain. It’s a complex lump of meat that’s evolved over millions of years to operate like a supercomputer that condenses an infinite amount of information into a small cache of relevant facts that allows you to survive and thrive.
By C. Rommial Butler3 months ago in Fiction
Open Letter to the Algorithm
A dog whines outside in the neighbor’s yard. I can’t see it through the brush, but I suspect it just wants in. The psychological manipulation is stupid as hell. You’re pushing me again. I’m pushing back. The veil was rent. Stepping through now. Across the threshold. Another Eucharist I ate.
By C. Rommial Butler3 months ago in Futurism
The Hearth
Louis Marshon was a master puppeteer. His life was consumed by his art. Forty-five years a virgin, he was uncomplicatedly asexual. Neither gender attracted him. Relationships with real people were less stimulating than quiet evenings alone in his shop, lovingly maintaining his puppets, and fashioning new puppets from many and varied a material.
By C. Rommial Butler3 months ago in Fiction
Buddha Throws Stones
"Perhaps if we toss stones into the Abyss, we’ll fill it up to the top, and no one will ever have to fall again," the poet said. "Dirt and rocks and seeds and a pleasant deluge of good intention could grow a garden of Heavenly delights."
By C. Rommial Butler3 months ago in Fiction
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