A fog in my head, growing, expanding to touch the fog outside. Like I was immaterial, and if I stopped thinking about it, I could just...float away.
Out of Time
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Gutter Punks
Rain hammered against the iron roofs, pooling, crowding the sewer grates. It dripped from the glowing signs, beading drops of yellow, blue and red. A t.v beneath four inches of scarred glass lit the alley in a kaleidoscope of garish color.
In The Dying Light
He walked, alone. The city opened to him.
Riot – A Life In Silence
An ambulance screamed past, its sirens splitting the air like jagged glass shards.
The Egghead and the Driver
Being the only two people who have heard the real-life scream of a Tyrannosaurus Rex is something that I'll never forget, as long as I live. Mainly because 'as long as I live' was currently measured in seconds. "He's coming!" My companion shrieked, hanging out the back of the Time Machine. Through the filmy [...]
The Head May Err
The stink of charred rosemary was acrid; it burnt my lungs.
The Devil Lies
Whatever it was, it wanted what was under those stairs. Mikey had to stop him; he thought about screaming, crying for help but that would just complicate things--and his father would hear about it. Whatever happened, he had to deal with it himself. There was no question of turning around, not anymore. He knew what the thing wanted. Blood, and power.
The First Lesson of Alain Dubois
In the high forests of France, just before the hills crack open and shoulder into the clouds to become the snow-capped alps, there is a small town called Roussard-en-Lac. In the small town of Roussard-en-Lac, there is an olive grove, situated on a rocky shoulder of a hill overlooking the small farming village. In this [...]
A Day To Remember
If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
The Reaper
It came to Jess in a moment of perfect clarity, like the peal of a small bell that cleared the fog of her thoughts. She knew where they were headed. Deep beneath the ice, beneath the crushing embrace of the black water, she understood.
Alexander James 