The bus rumbles along a lightly populated street. The inhabitants don't know who the McWrither brothers are taking into their compound, and as long as it isn't any of them, they don't care. If, instead of looking at their shoes as the bus passed, they looked through the window, they would see a young man … Continue reading Welcome Home
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 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
Mad Mike: Part 1
The North Park fountain was cold, but everyone had already decided it was a good idea to grab me and make me the sacrificial lamb. It was my first party in months, I had spent half my salary on new clothes forgoing the highly expensive and needless trip to a young Writers conference. Somewhere between … Continue reading Mad Mike: Part 1
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
Thought of a Thinker 