I felt like such a fool today at work. A beautiful girl walked in asking for the latest pop album, which I know nothing about, but having worked at the record store for the better part of ten years I’ve seen the recycling of many a genre so I thought I had some know-how. That … Continue reading Journal Entry 9: Henry
Black and White: Part 4
Two lefts bring me to another hall, running parallel to the one I was just in. The last door is another lift, and inside I scan the buttons. The bottom two are B and G, and I can only guess that G is for garage so that’s the one I press. I don’t think she … Continue reading Black and White: Part 4
Journal Entry 8: Wormhole
I fixed the garage door today after a month of putting it off. Some stupid kids wrote all over the doors and tried to pry it open, the nerve of people. I also went to the farmers market and picked up a few avocados and a wheel of cheese, I don’t know what cheese but … Continue reading Journal Entry 8: Wormhole
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
Journal Entry 7: Carlos
Day 490, the silo is quiet now but I know he is out there, I know I am out there in a different body waiting for myself to drop my guard. What was that noise, shit he is in the control room? What if he launches the missile, I can’t let I’m but if I … Continue reading Journal Entry 7: Carlos
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
Journal Entry 6: Veronica
Hello journal, my name is Veronica and I am 5 years old. Today was my first day of kindergarten and my mommy said I should write about it. She is writing for me because I don’t know how to yet. I think I love kindergarten; it is like being at the playground all day with … Continue reading Journal Entry 6: Veronica
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
Journal Entry 5: May 20th
My son woke me up around 5am; it was time for a feeding. It took me about an hour to put him back down, but he finally fell asleep. I started my daily chores and around 12 I sorted though a few emails, some from my mom but mostly junk mail. I was surprised to … Continue reading Journal Entry 5: May 20th
Journal Entry 4: Ed
Having woken up today should have been great but at my age saying it’s tough is a lie. Yesterday was my 87th birthday and I spent it with my dermatologist. As a gift he told me the spot on my face was skin cancer, again.it would take two months for them to fit me in, … Continue reading Journal Entry 4: Ed
Thought of a Thinker 