The Silence & The Howl | Part 14

§.14 "I thought that... maybe I could come over." "You can't come to the house." "Why not?" "Because Rich kicked me out." "What? Why?" "It doesn't matter, he's made up his mind. Its good to hear from you, Bluebird," he replied flatly, unsure if he even believed his own words. "Wait, what happened? Are you… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 14

The Silence & The Howl | Part 13

§.13 Harmon looked down at the crisp, off-white business card as he switched off the engine of his hatchback in the abandoned grocery store parking lot. He read the name delicately laser etched upon it: Lynder B. Partridge. Below the name was a phone number, address and the word 'Designer.' He removed his phone from… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 13

The Seal Maiden & The Spirit Cage

"I can not." The woman declared, shaking her head, slick red locks swirling like ethereal worms. "Can not... or will not?" The shaman pressed, narrowing his dark, grey eyes, which shimmered like boiling water, full up with the light of the midday sun. "I will not." "It is my right, as it is thy duty,… Continue reading The Seal Maiden & The Spirit Cage

Hinterland

Hinterland — “a place of exile” “We all carry within us our places of exile, our crimes, and our ravages.  But our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to fight them in ourselves and in others.” —Albert Camus, The Rebel Prologue      The boy felt like a giant, seated on… Continue reading Hinterland

The Silence & The Howl | Part 12

§.12 When Harmon waved to Sprawls as he made breakfast the man only shook his head and sneered. "What?" "Why you still here?" "Where were you expecting me to be?" "Anywhere but here. I told you last night. Ain't gonna work out." "Are you being serious?" "I ain't gonna throw you out. I know you… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 12

The Silence & The Howl | Part 11

§.11 Harmon woke to the hot rays of the sun licking his loose and stimulated body. He inhaled the aroma of his basement room; stale beer, drywall and wood, plaster, steel and warm dust, relishing the tincture as might a perfumist a bag of potpourri. He stretch and looked to his left. Lyla was gone.… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 11

The Silence & The Howl | Part 10

§.10 Harmon stood within the melting hall once more. The light in the distance so bright he couldn't bring himself to look at it. The man from which the centipede had emerged stood once more, bathed in albescent resplendence. Fear quickened Harmon's pulse as he shaded his eyes and pressed down the hall, compelled by… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 10