“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
Journal Entry: Professor Argathon Finwhispy
I have been staying with the Chitunki (silent K) Orc tribe for a month now, and let me say I can’t believe I am still alive. I have been chased by a Dragon, beaten by a pack of Goblins and sat on by the Orc chief, Baga. All of the women treat me like the … Continue reading Journal Entry: Professor Argathon Finwhispy
The Theater
Mr. Benvoni, the biggest drug lord in the country, is sitting with his back to the limo driver. He carries a somber expression on his liver spotted face, while spinning a cigarette lighter between skeletal fingers. There are few things that bring a smile to his face, and Solace sitting uncomfortably between two burly men … Continue reading The Theater
Journal Entry: Farris
I was roused by the faintest tinkle of Rosanne’s bejeweled Hip scarf. Her glorious body, sun kissed from weeks in the Greek sun, stood above me. With her hands behind her head, she stretched and released a low moan. Without a word, she walks out of our canopy tent, taking the sweet smell of oil … Continue reading Journal Entry: Farris
Journal Entry: Daren
It has been fourteen years now since I came home to a terrifying sight of blood and gore. Fourteen years since I screamed with such horror I ripped the soft lining of my esophagus. It has taken fourteen years of struggle to finally talk about the day I found my wife and two children dead. … Continue reading Journal Entry: Daren
Journal Entry: Pseudonym
Today while going to visit my sister for her birthday I found my niece, she’s only thirteen, was standing out on the porch crying with her hands over her ears. When she saw me she leapt into my arms and told me what was going on inside. Her dad was beating my sister because dinner … Continue reading Journal Entry: Pseudonym
Thought of a Thinker 