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
Ten Years Ago: Part Three
It was the morning of the third day, that’s when Marvin’s patients vanished. The ferocity of his attacks against Byron’s broken body blistered my psyche. I screamed alongside my friend, and I screamed even louder when the viciousness was turned on me. He choked me until my vision went foggy with deaths shadow, and released … Continue reading Ten Years Ago: Part Three
Ten Years Ago: Part One
It was a back alley somewhere near the bus station. I feel that’s how a story should start when it takes place in Los Angeles. Byron and I were cold and sober, we had just taken an overnight bus from Nevada and where dying for a bite to eat. And this back alley smelled like … Continue reading Ten Years Ago: Part One
I Promise
I am able to stand and hop up the altar before the pew I was in catches fire. Legs bound, I trip and knock Cas and the others over. I feel the inferno building behind me; we don’t have time for this shit. “What the hell is going on?” Jacob asks straining against his bonds. … Continue reading I Promise
I Almost Forgot
Don’t open your eyes, don’t move, keep breathing like this. What do you smell? Incense. What can you hear? Footsteps on hard wood. What do you feel? Rope around my hands and feet, bench beneath me. You’re in the church, keep yourself distracted long enough to assess the situation. “Solace, stop pretending you are still … Continue reading I Almost Forgot
Hanging From The Cross
The entrance to the cemetery is in sight, I’m coming for you Byron. Yes I know who you are, I remember you’re youthful and hope filled face. I remember how you felt when I wouldn’t let you follow me. The chains on the Gate are no match for Cas’ sonic boom, there is no need … Continue reading Hanging From The Cross
Thought of a Thinker 