Solace throws the phone against the wall. He paces back and forth trying desperately to ignore Andy’s wails of anguish. Fifteen minutes after bringing Teller to Doc Fin she is dead. The anger he feels towards Cas is multiplied after the brief conversation they have just had. “He wants to meet me at noon tomorrow.” … Continue reading New Plan
The Fallen
Kal, the small community that sprang up from the McWrither regime, is sleeping soundly. None aware that the brothers are down two members and the living are on a long trip to a reassignment facility. The few guards on duty walk the streets in pairs, smoking and quietly telling jokes. All Blind to the dark … Continue reading The Fallen
Rage
“Where are you going?” Nancy calls out. Solace, still steaming at the eyes, runs pell-mell across his destroyed home and out of the compound gates. Run. Just run. You know where to go. You do remember right? The monster whispers from his belly. Somewhere between utter misery and Hornbrook Avenue a man walks into him. … Continue reading Rage
Lets Weep Together
There was no sound. Like the air was sucked out with out the McWrither’s noticing. In that moment, Solace new this would be the trip of a lifetime. His fingers began to melt away before his eyes. Whether he closes his eyes or they vanished like his fingertips, he doesn't know. He is left floating … Continue reading Lets Weep Together
Beaten and Stoned
“Tell me where the goddamn journals are.” Edward McWrither grunts, punching Solace twice after every word. After an hour of this its no surprise Solace looks like a dropped pizza strapped to a chair. “Eat me.” he spits blood at the ashtray of joints sitting next to him. There are boxes of torn books piled … Continue reading Beaten and Stoned
Pain and Fur Balls
Dear Readers, Hello, how are you? I'm fine thank you. It’s been a dogs age hasn’t it? I should give an explanation as to why I was gone for so long shouldn't I? Well even now that the dry-spell is over its still a little hard to justify not writing anything for… months. Damn, it … Continue reading Pain and Fur Balls
Welcome Home
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
Fourteen Years
Dear Reader, I’ve been away again. I meant to write to you earlier this week but I used it to celebrate instead of writing. What was I celebrating? The fourteen anniversary of when I decided to become a writer. I was a kid, innocent to the ways of the imagination. Like a… well child, I … Continue reading Fourteen Years
Gone To Long
Dear reader, I’m am the author you have come to know as somewhat of a flake. I try really hard to give you consistent work but it does get difficult. For the past couple of weeks I have not, sadly, given you anything. Not a note, not a journal, not an almost forgotten but still … Continue reading Gone To Long
Three Years
“Is he dead?” “No I think he is just asleep.” “Cas, that’s a horrible thing to say.” “Pat I know he isn’t dead, it’s a joke.” “Doesn’t hurt to check though,” Jacob kneels beside Solace and checks for a pulse. “Yeah he’s asleep.” “I’m not asleep, just resting my eyes.” Solace slowly sits up, his … Continue reading Three Years
Thought of a Thinker 