Altverse Stories

The omnipresent state of division. The haves who cannot have any more, crave to obtain all, nothing left for the have nots, who have nothing, nothing to lose but their f...

In the garden grows one of the most poisonous plants, this plant is to ward off evil. Touch it and you'll die.

When all is dark, the light isn't only outside the tunnel, inside the tunnel burns a light too.

Is the golden ratio truly golden? Has this number truly been incorporated by painters and sculptors? Or is it just the rule of nature into what we perceive as more beaut...

Where once was a wall, there's now a void bored.

Sudden death, the toll, the pike at the turn, the crown bug, the microscopic death star, and how it came into our lives. How a bunch of officials all over the World didn...

The blessing of our eyes as observers of beauty seeing art in what we pass by everyday and wouldn't cherish if it weren't for true friends who share such a gift.

In 2007 an outbreak of a so-called mysterious disease struck certain parts of the Netherlands, it was much later diagnosed as Q-fever. Not so mysterious because it was d...

The inexcusable way people who aren't tested and die from CoViD-19 and therefore aren't accounted for in the statistics, is heart wrenching, cold, calculating. Meanwhile...

The forensic evidence left by a murderer, in almost correct haiku syllables.

To find a remedy we need to change our belief system. There won't be one miracle drug, nor will there be time or breathing space for scalper capitalists who want to get...

Finally there's someone who stands up against the filth and disgust that fills the front pages and back alleys of platforms like twitter and facebook. I wonder what thes...

How injury evolved me through and beyond the fucking pain of the insult.

The change of our house's backyard from a desolate plaque of concrete into a garden.

Haiku, for a sorry soccer game. Gone forever. No more playing on this board. Close the game by folding it up and put it back in its box.

Which word can I use, or can't I use to describe the con played in front of our eyes?

The singing and dancing magpies out here wake us up every single morning with their funny routine.

A shadow cast by an endorsement of electronic gerrymandering so obvious that even the blind will start to see for the brazen miracle. Yet another mayor is caught in the...

Now that the covid peak is assumed to be reached quarantines are loosened, lines are lost. This pandemic will stay with us for a long time, a time in which we all have t...

a voice for those without voice.