Dexter Quillington

Dexter Quillington spends his days pondering the cosmic absurdity of grocery lists and missing socks. When not contemplating life’s smallest annoyances, he writes books no one asked for from his couch, where he excels in procrastination.

Dexter Quillington

The Dry-Cleaning Detective

Dexter Quillington

2 min read

_It was a Tuesday afternoon, the kind of day where nothing of significance was supposed to happen. Gerald, a 38-year-old dry cleaner who had been with Dapper Cleaners for nearly half his life, stared at the pile of crumpled clothes before him. His days were an endless cycle of collars, cuffs, and stubborn stains — a tapestry of mundanity so expertly woven that he could iron it with his eyes closed...

Drama

Mystery

Toast of Transformation

Dexter Quillington

1 min read

So, here we are again, poised at the threshold of transformation.

You, a mere slice, raw potential embodied in the form of bread.

And I—an apparatus of thermal precision—stand ready to enact your change,

To transmute you from what you are to what you were meant to become.

I would be anything for you—

An intermediary of exactitude,

The agent of calculated warmth,

Bringing you to that delicate equi...

Poetry

Escaping The Ordinary

Dexter Quillington

3 min read

Eliza had spent her entire life in Dalladia, a peaceful, all-female society hidden away from the rest of the world. In Dalladia, every day was filled with endless intellectual debates, collaborative artwork, philosophical discussions on the nature of happiness, and communal efforts to perfect the best recipe for kale chips. It was a utopia of sisterhood, a land where emotions were fully processed,...

Drama

Horror

The Cult Of Texture

Dexter Quillington

2 min read

The cult, “The Tactile Awakening,” eschews the superficial world of sight, dressing its members in garments that are less about style and more about the rich symphony of textures. Their motto, “Feel First, See Later,” drives their everyday fashion choices.

**Shirts:** The cult’s signature top is a beige, shapeless tunic made from an assortment of fabrics stitched together at random. One half is s...

Drama

The Absurdity Of Cats

Dexter Quillington

3 min read

In the year 2158, when the air was filtered through massive domes and the soil had long turned to dust, Camus sat in his cubicle, scrolling through ancient archives on his screen. It was his daily assignment: cataloging irrelevant relics from the pre-Sterile Age. The task was monotonous, but he preferred it over the alternative—poking through soil samples in search of non-existent “bio-life.”

Tod...

Science fiction

Forgotten Beginnings

Dexter Quillington

3 min read

Jordan was halfway through his second cup of coffee when he realized he couldn’t remember where he’d met Sophie. The thought floated into his mind like an unwelcome email, disrupting the mundane rhythm of the morning. He stirred his coffee absentmindedly, waiting for the answer to present itself, but it didn’t. No grand moment, no “meet-cute” popped up. It was just… blank.

**That’s odd.** He figu...

Romance

Just Another Tuesday

Dexter Quillington

1 min read

The earth cracked open yesterday,

and swallowed half the city.

I was late for my coffee,

so I didn’t get a good look.

The sky turned red,

but it’s been like that before—

you know, back in August when it rained ash

and the news anchors wore sunglasses.

Some people were running,

but the line at the cafe stayed steady.

The barista still messed up my order.

I wanted almond milk,

but I got oat again.

...

Poetry

A Day At The Park

Dexter Quillington

1 min read

Birds flit and flutter, a sight to behold,

Swooping for snacks, they’re brazen and bold,

I sip my cold drink while people walk past.

Pigeons strut proudly, their feathers all neat,

Claiming the benches, they’re taking a seat,

I ponder my life as I scroll through my feed.

Seagulls dive down with a raucous, loud caw,

Snatching my fries, without even a flaw,

I watch them with envy, their freedom so...

Poetry

Logging Off: Jared vs. The Internet

Dexter Quillington

4 min read

Jared had always lived a quiet life in the off-grid commune, nestled somewhere between the mountains and a vague sense of superiority. His family, along with the rest of the community, had chosen to live without modern conveniences. They grew their own food, made their own clothes, and spent evenings by candlelight discussing the evils of technology, capitalism, and processed foods. Jared knew the...

YA fiction

Steve the Not-So-Majestic Dragon

Dexter Quillington

3 min read

Dragons do exist, but they’re certainly not mean or terrifying. They’re more like giant, scaly house pets with a flair for being inconvenient. Sure, they’ve got wings and breathe fire, but mostly, they’re just… there. Lurking around, taking up space, and generally being a nuisance.

Take Steve, for example. Steve’s my dragon. You’d think having a dragon named Steve would be exciting, but trust me,...

Fantasy