The heavy door to the pub is pushed open by Solace, giving Teller the chance to run in unimpeded. Everyone is gathered around a fight taking place between Jacob and four burly men; no one sees her launch herself into the air. With her dagger ready she glides inches from the ceiling and into the … Continue reading Pub Fight
Journal Entry 3: William S.
I watched the sun brake over the horizon, it was magnificent. I took a stroll after my nightly romp with the young Constance. She and I have been linked together by heavenly love for years now, but only recently by more earthly pleasures. It saddens me to say that our love may be short lived, … Continue reading Journal Entry 3: William S.
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
The Toys
Sunlight streaks through the holes in the walls and ceiling, it glints off the beautiful works of art that are the cabs. The massive boat-like cruse vehicles with winged tail lights sit at the front of the pack. Behind them are the locomotive styled, low slung old-man cabs that make you want to sit low … Continue reading The Toys
The Dead
The afternoon sun blinds Marty after a night of bingeing; his tattered pants hang loosely around his hips. Clara walks sleepily behind him and wraps her arms around his middle and helps him fasten his belt as he polishes off the dregs of something strong in his cup. The parking lot out side of the … Continue reading The Dead
The Boss
“I can believe you plugged him Marty, what would your mum say” the man with the pointed hat calls out, he sits in the back of a pearl white Cadillac. The only light from the back seat is the ruby on the tip of his cigar, with every puff his round features can be seen. … Continue reading The Boss
Mugged
Matthew's face hits the window with enough force to bust his lip, but the window doesn’t burst. He lands on all fours, panting and bleeding, the mugger grabs a firm hold onto a chunk of Matthews hair and sends a fist into his already bleeding face. He falls to the floor like he had been … Continue reading Mugged
Smoky the Horse
I have a friend named Hanna, I've known her since kindergarten. And since then she had a stuffed horse named smoky, she's twenty-three now. Don't get me wrong there isn't anything wrong with having a stuffed animal, but taking it to the movies with you because you know its going to be scary, that’s a … Continue reading Smoky the Horse
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
Thought of a Thinker 