“I don’t want to go down there, Barney.” Maria grabs my hand, ready to run back to the entrance, but the screams from the cells filled with murderers and rapists stop her. The rattle of her bracelets give away her fear induced convulsions. I feel the way she looks, ready to faint. Cupping my hands … Continue reading Mad Mike: Part Five (Final)
Mad Mike: part 4
Michael leads Maria and me down a flight of stairs and into the next room. It smells like pipe smoke and a delicious food. The ground is bathed in the red glow of crimson lampshades scattered around the barren landscape. Michael takes a step forward, dead leaves crunching loudly underfoot. The ground shutters, I can … Continue reading Mad Mike: part 4
Mad Mike: part 3
I can’t move. Did I really just see that? No, I was seeing things because I’m so excited to see this damn horror house. That’s it, I’m going to turn around and be scared shitless a few times, when I get out I’ll find Steve and we’ll laugh about it. Taking a deep breath I … Continue reading Mad Mike: part 3
Mad Mike: part 2
The world is upside down, no now it’s the right way up, no back the other way. Onion fries, cheap beer and the Thunder Tornado ride are great on their own but together… awful idea. I think it’s something in my brain that isn’t wired right that says bad decisions look good ten minutes before … Continue reading Mad Mike: part 2
Journal Entry: Bastian
The thousand day candles flicker on their last inch of wax. They were lit the moment the omen cried for the end of the world. Our sect has been preparing for this day since the trials of 1692, when the god fearers lit the torches and burned the first of our kind. The cathedral is … Continue reading Journal Entry: Bastian
Thought of a Thinker 