“It looks grey,” I said. That shouldn’t have been a surprise. The photographs I…
As he sat and listened to the rain pelt the rusted frame of his junker, Tom sighed deeply to let out as much of the compression in his chest as he could, while the rest casually cemented itself to the mass of pressure deep within his diaphragm that had hid itself from the light of…
Ryder stood patiently waiting outside Molly’s building waiting for someone to come out. The sun had set some time ago and the streetlamps now kept the night alive as…
Squashed in his hand was a hollow chocolate Santa Claus. His fingers had melted through Saint Nick, sternum and spine pinched together, left leg missing at the knee. His broken edges were warped from body heat.
Rotted Roots — Part 10: The Calm Before
The sirens had begun to abate, but the smoke column still rose like a skyscraper into the morning air. Sunlight tried to poke…
That was the last step she would ever miss. Picking herself up and coming to terms with her soaked coat and gloves, she looked down at the puddle and its all-too-honest reflection for a moment before turning to apologize to whoever it was that had shoved her. To her relief, she found, once…
The three friends walked in from the snowstorm. They took their usual booth —…
Somewhere; somewhere, down the ruined back alley of a seedy bar in the unlit district of the devil-knows-where, this, every last painful detail of it, is the elaborate and vicious setup to the most gruesome joke you’ll never hear. For me, it’s about to be the most…
Rotted Roots — Part 8: Jump Ball
It was the game everyone wanted to see. A rematch of last year’s finals between the Desert Knights and Swashbucklers. It had been sold out ever…
Servaes’ lungs burned in the night air. His feet skidded along the pavement as he took a turn at a sprint. Way hurled along the alley and leaped — in a single bound — over a chain-link…
