Today was a dull day. I had oat mill again, I’m almost out so I need to go to the shops this weekend. I just went two days ago, it was on my list but I didn’t think it was economical since I still had half a tin, but live and learn. Sometimes I think … Continue reading Journal Entry: Dr. F
Lock Your Windows
“You two need to get some privacy, and stop taking notes.” Jacob says to Andy and Teller. “Go away.” Teller responds. “Leave the camera.” Andy says adjusting the light. “Bring the canola oil.” Edgar grunts as he takes his kimono. Jacob walks away slowly, stopping only to shudder. Memories of threshold thrashing pasts return to … Continue reading Lock Your Windows
Gloria Gillory
The sun streaming through the window dances across my face, I hate mornings. I don’t want to get up but it’s my turn to do the shopping, I hate mornings. I dislike the way they come every day to remind you they are endless and you are not. I despise the way they bring back … Continue reading Gloria Gillory
Her Name Is Selina
“What do you think of this bit of writing?” Jacob pushes his laptop in front of Allan; he has to put on his grandpa glasses to read it. “Are there still any Beers left, and does anyone want one?” Andy yells halfway into the kitchen. Everyone lifts their hand. Cas lights his cigarette and spins … Continue reading Her Name Is Selina
Talk Dirty
The light streaming in through the window dances over my face and wakes me. Throwing my pillow at it does little to no effect, other than now I’m lying on a cold spot in my sheets. My body still aches when I reluctantly get up, my joints pop and my back locks, I feel older … Continue reading Talk Dirty
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
Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum
After tossing the dagger back to teller I’m left alone with two of the thief’s henchmen, I will call them tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum. Dee points his gun at me while Dum digs in his oversized backpack; I fire off one of my arrows sending tombstone shrapnel in all directions. The concussion flattens the tweedle twins, … Continue reading Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum
The Necropolis
Solace was right, the cemetery gates are big. Good thing Allan put a little knob to boost the power, whirling it to the max should do. “God damn that's Spicy.” I'm glad the blast drowns me out, I haven't said that since I was a teen. The Thief's little men come out of every which … Continue reading The Necropolis
Into the Grave
I can’t see Solace anymore; no matter I have enough to occupy my time. The first two of the thief’s mercenaries that I come across fall like pigs when I stick them with my blades, they even squeal with pain. Slithering around the larger headstones I can conceal myself long enough to strike another three … Continue reading Into the Grave
Thought of a Thinker 