Hierarchy Of Nonsense

Pointless Stories during a Pointless Time

Why Pointless Stories?

Because we live in a pointless time!

On a more serious note, why did I choose to start this blog? Simple! I have never been good at verbal communication. The only way I know how to express my feelings is through writing.

Through the stories on this blog, I want to achieve the following goals:

Get better at exploring themes like existentialism and absurdism in my writing.
Write morally grey characters (it is fun to have assholes for protagonists!)
Try out different genres.

All the artwork (except the one above on the title card and the one on the Poetry section) I am using is by Rebecca Hu, who worked on these background designs for Scavengers Reign. Her portfolio is here.

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SHORT STORIES

Pixelated Kisses

PART 1: SUNSETS The orange hue of the setting Sun cascaded through the slits of thin, wispy clouds and drooped onto the verdant hills behind them, glimmering on the red-clad, rusty bridge. June sees the woman first in this Memory. Her hair was a series of gold deadlocks tied neatly into a bun, poised like a ball of yarn on top of her head, with two free strands gently swaying down her face. Her hands covered her wide smile; the blue on her nails complemented the green in h

Dex

Nov 4, 202517 min read

Shoes That Break Hearts

It was a moonless night, which was suitable for the purposes of Carrot Vines. Not that Vines was up to some kind of mischief. In fact, Vines was the sort of un-mischievous, uneventful man who tended to perish first in stories dealing with natural disasters. If the novel were to deal with avalanches on snow mountains, Vines would be the character sipping on a hot cup of cocoa, busy correcting alphabetical mistakes on a vague receipt, because it would be too much trouble to ru

Dex

Jul 4, 20258 min read

The Grave Digger

It had started small and simple – just a couple of knocks, as soft as the whistle of sand seeping down an hourglass. It had started small – in the beginning, Edgar ignored the knocks, blaming it on air creaking in from a shallow crack in the attic. And simple – but the knock got louder and louder until entire oceans were crashing against the shore around him, scratching his frail skin, pounding his withering consciousness. It had started small and simple – yet here was poor E

Dex

Dec 16, 20247 min read

The Banana Slug's Cosmic Joke

After I have killed myself, I would like to be cremated and then have my ashes flushed down the toilet. It is a long story, and it began around fourteen billion years ago when the Universe decided to go pop in the aptly named Big Bang. For a long time after that, the Universe remained dark, and if I had my way, I would have made sure that it stayed dark. Unfortunately, the Universe slammed into puberty at the age of a hundred million years and began spurting out stars. Eventu

Dex

Jun 23, 202411 min read

Words for the Dead

“Chai ya paani?” the clerk asked me, drumming his scrawny fingers along the rough, unpolished edges of the metal table separating us. He ran his right hand along the faded red stripes of his shirt and slowly slipped them inside to rub his chest voraciously. His other hand, meanwhile, amused itself by rummaging through the teeth he flashed at me in his broadened grin. Seeing the quizzical look drawn over my face, he quickly repeated himself. “Tea or water?” he asked. “Coffee

Dex

Apr 1, 20248 min read

The Perfect Story

I must write a good story. No. I must write the perfect story. My words have to – they will – mean something, and I will do anything to make sure that my voice matters. Even if – “I find the lack of consequences appalling,” a malevolent whisper stings me. My fingers twitch bitterly against the cold bottle of whiskey tottering in the grasp of my right hand. My eyes rummage through the crowd of critics swarming in my living room. If not for my agent Gabbie’s incessant demands

Dex

Feb 1, 202413 min read

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Pixelated

I AM WRITING ANOTHER BOOK!
(P.S. The link to my first one is down below)

This time, it's an extension of my short story 'Pixelated Kisses'. I first had the idea for the short story while watching 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind', and then being slammed by an overwhelming sense of dread and anxiety at the possibility of forgetting the person I was dating at the time. It dawned on me that most of my relationships have put me in this uncomfortable bubble of thinking, where I obsess about the worst possible thing that could happen. Now, I had two choices: I could do the healthy thing and go to a therapist, or I could write about it. Obviously, I did the latter.

As soon as I was done with the short story, I knew that I would eventually write a longer version of it. Here is me finally following through. This book is not complete yet, but I'm planning to upload a chapter a week below. This is to remain consistent with my writing habits and to commit to finally self-publishing the chapters once I finish. The storyboard right now has 28 chapters. I'm currently writing the 7th chapter.

Chapter 1(We Remember So You Forget)

June Pal wears black and smells of bitter almonds on the day she is to Erase a man’s memory for the first time. She tiptoes across the grassy, green fields on the slow, sunny afternoon, careful not to let the pollen cling to the ends of her oversized black jeans. Her posture is slightly skewed to the right, almost drooping, under the weight of a heavy rucksack that has only a sloppy sandwich and an unnecessarily large tablet. Her fingers are intertwined, fidgeting with rings

Pixelated

Dex

20 hours ago7 min read

A Hierarchy Of Nonsense

I FINALLY WROTE THE BOOK! It's a completely different story that just happens to share the same title as this blog.

Here's the excerpt:

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To the cockroaches, the lizards, and the rats I saw in my bathroom; the Uber driver who gave me an existential crisis for asking me about my future plans; the unfortunate AC transit passengers who saw me pretending to be my characters; the nail cutter that broke when I tried to cut my toenail – somehow, you are all part of this novel.

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This story is no fairytale, although it does have fairies and creatures with tails.

This story is not about a strong warrior unless one counts our protagonist being at war with the morphological features of what makes a human.

This story ends on a cliff with lots of different hangers.

Most stories make sense. This one hardly does.

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Hierarchy Of Nonsense

Why Pointless Stories?

SHORT STORIES

Pixelated Kisses

Shoes That Break Hearts

The Grave Digger

The Banana Slug's Cosmic Joke

Words for the Dead

The Perfect Story

Pixelated

Chapter 1(We Remember So You Forget)

A Hierarchy Of Nonsense

POETRY

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Chapter 1(We Remember So You Forget)