The ward is on the other side of the main O.R.B. station, but it takes me little time to get to the commander’s office. My slippers slide to a halt in front of his door; I take a minute to compose myself. The nameplate on the door wriggles around impatiently, letting me know the Pridon … Continue reading Black and White: part 7
A bit of News
Hello folks, old solace here at Melbourne Airport waiting for the first of many connecting flights back home. I’m tired of hospital beds and can’t wait to sleep in mine. A bit of good news, Penn and Teller are officially on staff at Thoughts of a Thinker and will be traveling back with Jacob and … Continue reading A bit of News
Black and White: Part 3
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
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
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 