Part 1 Part 2 Waking up hurts. My body and mind ache like I drove a knife into them… repeatedly. I fall off the couch, forgetting I’m not in bed, and send the coffee table towards the middle of the room. The glasses drop with a crash, but Robert is ready with a brush and … Continue reading Black and White: Part 3
Black and White: Part 2
One drink, the silence of my apartment rotates around me like a starship looking for the proper place to fire. Two drinks, my head is woozy with smoke. Three drinks and I am gone from this plane of existence, deep into the vortex of my memory. Crashing through the second story window is the easy … Continue reading Black and White: Part 2
Black and White: Part 1
God this city stinks of death. Almost like the reaper is hiding behind every corner, biding his time for the perfect moment to sink his sickle into soft skin. Not today, I’m working on my first case in almost three months. I’m here in Helfye City looking for a source, a beeline to the man … Continue reading Black and White: Part 1
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
Thought of a Thinker 