“Is he dead?” “No I think he is just asleep.” “Cas, that’s a horrible thing to say.” “Pat I know he isn’t dead, it’s a joke.” “Doesn’t hurt to check though,” Jacob kneels beside Solace and checks for a pulse. “Yeah he’s asleep.” “I’m not asleep, just resting my eyes.” Solace slowly sits up, his … Continue reading Three Years
The Master Plan
Solace looks around at the husk that was once a home. The broken frames, decimated furniture, shattered walls and fallen staircase, this is the mark of a merciless gang of mercs. Was this all because of him, did they turn over every home just to find him. “Someone is full of themselves.” Solace spins around, … Continue reading The Master Plan
Rumors and Lines
Talia takes Solace’s arm and walks him with purpose back in the direction he came. To his dismay she completely bypasses the short cut. “We started this town when the McWrither’s came, they did a whole lot of damage in a short period of time.” “I still don’t fully understand how they could have done … Continue reading Rumors and Lines
Talia
With a begrudging sigh and a curse at the open blinds, solace opens his eyes. This is not the Patchworth hut. He sits bolt upright causing his right knee to scream, the covers hide what he is sure is a horror movie special effect without the latex appliance. He sighs with relief when his toes … Continue reading Talia
It Is Only A Game
“Alright men, before we head out to battle I have something to tell you,” Cas says. He looks around at the motley crew eagerly waiting their orders. Doc fin with his black eye, Jacob reading a book, Andy drawing on his shirt, little Ted Farms adjusting his hearing aid, and Mat Webb the six foot … Continue reading It Is Only A Game
Around Town
“Alright, we saved the leg.” Doc Fin says walking out of the only other room in the tiny hospital. Jacob and Cas stare wide eyed at his bloodstained apron. “Oh, no this always looks like this. He didn’t lose a lot of blood.” “We did have to take some skin though.” Teller says taking of … Continue reading Around Town
Scrub Up
The morning is hot, which is not good for Solace. The fever that started late last night has gradually climbed, the convulsions are worsening and there is nothing the Patchworths can do. Teller has found a few Herbs that have helped the wound on his pain but it is Allan’s splint that has helped the … Continue reading Scrub Up
Patches and Eyes
“Fuck!” Cas yells from under the Mustang. “Solace, you hit something and your front suspension is shit out of luck.” “Cas, we have a problem with this one, too.” Allan calls out from under Andy’s Charger. Both walk over to Solace and show him the metal cylinders that caused the damage. “This was in the … Continue reading Patches and Eyes
Highway Home
“So are you going to tell us what we’re doing?” Andy’s voice is distorted through the CV radio. “We are doing a job for an old… business partner.” Solace responds. “Nancy, right?” Cas chimes from the back seat. “You said her name was Nancy right?” Andy asks. Taking the speaker from Solace, Cas yells back, … Continue reading Highway Home
I Have Information
The interior of the home, once quaint English county, lay ripped and broken. Solace walks across what used to be the living room and through the not so hidden door behind the bookcase. Byron’s old writing den looks horrible, pages torn away from their spines litter the floor along with shattered inkwells and snapped pens. … Continue reading I Have Information
Thought of a Thinker 