One drink, the silence of my apartment rotates around me like a starship looking for the proper place to fire. Two drinks, my head is woozy with smoke. Three drinks and I am gone from this plane of existence, deep into the vortex of my memory. Crashing through the second story window is the easy … Continue reading Black and White: Part 2
Black and White: Part 1
God this city stinks of death. Almost like the reaper is hiding behind every corner, biding his time for the perfect moment to sink his sickle into soft skin. Not today, I’m working on my first case in almost three months. I’m here in Helfye City looking for a source, a beeline to the man … Continue reading Black and White: Part 1
The Hangman
Waves crash their timeless beat on the gargantuan metal legs of the Gates, a bridge that stretches across the ocean connecting two masses of land. Their torrent is but a faint splash from atop the northern cliff, the gusts of wind deafen the natural music. The shoreline glistens; there are no clouds in sight to … Continue reading The Hangman
Headache
The quiet Mojave night is broken by uneven footsteps, shrouded in the deepest of darkness. Bennett Forgrave stumbles over rocks and loose sand until finally his legs give in to the pain, and he collapses. The blisters in his feet make it hard to get his shoes off; they haven’t busted but they do stick … Continue reading Headache
Transparent
The train jostles the passenger’s book and sends his pen across the page, making his ‘E’ have unnecessary flourish. This is the only part of the true to life train experience that he wished they left out of the ship. Only the most inept would believe that a star-ship, whizzing at fabric-bending speeds across the … Continue reading Transparent
Crossed Paths: Part 2
When I make it back to the hunting party everyone is already loaded onto the trucks. I hop into the back with Ben, Sad Eyes, and George. The engine rumbles, and the trucks move slowly out through the main gate then pick up speed on the road. “Charles, how was your meeting with the shaman?” … Continue reading Crossed Paths: Part 2
Ain’t Nothing like a Dame
The door bursts open from the weight of Wayne’s body thrown against it. His hat goes flying ten feet away from where his head smacks into the concrete, and he lies there with his tuxedo scuffed at the knees, the collar torn, and the tie hanging limply over his shoulders. His cheekbones are swollen and … Continue reading Ain’t Nothing like a Dame
Eli and Dora
The wall explodes with enough force to annihilate a blue whale, and Eli and Dora stumble out of the warehouse and onto the streets of Eltore City. The people still alive after the blast run for cover, pushing each other out of the way to be the first ones to safety. Eli shoots back toward … Continue reading Eli and Dora
Ballads of a Dream
The winking smiling slightly muffled cat pranced about like a ghost. Coming to stop near the door of a dull house. The house was painfully dreary. Everything thing from the grass to the windows wept of normalcy. The paint was perfect, parted, practical, and pale. In the dark light of a brilliant moon, as the … Continue reading Ballads of a Dream
Crossed Pathes: part 1
I awake from a dream I’ve had countless times, of my family and I running across the border from one tribe into another. I remember my sister and two brothers running alongside my parents with purpose. All I could think of was running and inspecting every bush that came my way. I could also remember … Continue reading Crossed Pathes: part 1
Thought of a Thinker 