“I don’t want to go down there, Barney.” Maria grabs my hand, ready to run back to the entrance, but the screams from the cells filled with murderers and rapists stop her. The rattle of her bracelets give away her fear induced convulsions. I feel the way she looks, ready to faint. Cupping my hands … Continue reading Mad Mike: Part Five (Final)
Mad Mike: part 4
Michael leads Maria and me down a flight of stairs and into the next room. It smells like pipe smoke and a delicious food. The ground is bathed in the red glow of crimson lampshades scattered around the barren landscape. Michael takes a step forward, dead leaves crunching loudly underfoot. The ground shutters, I can … Continue reading Mad Mike: part 4
Mad Mike: part 3
I can’t move. Did I really just see that? No, I was seeing things because I’m so excited to see this damn horror house. That’s it, I’m going to turn around and be scared shitless a few times, when I get out I’ll find Steve and we’ll laugh about it. Taking a deep breath I … Continue reading Mad Mike: part 3
Mad Mike: part 2
The world is upside down, no now it’s the right way up, no back the other way. Onion fries, cheap beer and the Thunder Tornado ride are great on their own but together… awful idea. I think it’s something in my brain that isn’t wired right that says bad decisions look good ten minutes before … Continue reading Mad Mike: part 2
Mad Mike: Part 1
The North Park fountain was cold, but everyone had already decided it was a good idea to grab me and make me the sacrificial lamb. It was my first party in months, I had spent half my salary on new clothes forgoing the highly expensive and needless trip to a young Writers conference. Somewhere between … Continue reading Mad Mike: Part 1
Black and White: part 7
The ward is on the other side of the main O.R.B. station, but it takes me little time to get to the commander’s office. My slippers slide to a halt in front of his door; I take a minute to compose myself. The nameplate on the door wriggles around impatiently, letting me know the Pridon … Continue reading Black and White: part 7
Black and White: part 6
The commander throws me into the front seat of an O.R.B. vehicle, gets into the driver’s side and we promptly shoot up into the atmosphere. There is a moment of silence before he speaks, “What the fuck were you doing in there?” “I was… having a bad dream,” I slur. “You stupid fuck, tell me … Continue reading Black and White: part 6
