Pihoqahiak

A loquacious waltz droned phantasmically throughout the spacious foyer of Partridge Manor. Charles Jauther found the music simultaneously entrancing and unnerving. He paused beside the U-shaped double stairway which let up to the second floor landing and loosened his tie, eyes roaming aimlessly over peculiar marble statues and framed monochrome illustrations, and ornate synth-spun tapestries,… Continue reading Pihoqahiak

Riven Cage

The body had no face. Guiles Dörre recoiled from the bars of the tiger cage, inhaling deeply to steady himself. A horrified moan, stifled in his throat, choked by his slowly eroding constitution. The zoo's emergency sirens blaring in the din. Scent of blood, heavy in the air, mingling odiously with the pungent alloy of… Continue reading Riven Cage

Pen & Pedagogy

"Very Dadaesque." Elliot Moss cried, gesturing with his half-empty wineglass at the thin, nondescript mechanical pen laying upon the floor at the northeasternmost corner of the rectangular, low-ceilinged art gallery. "Indeed," Sabrina Vesora agreed, adjusting her scarf, studying the artifact as a crowd of journalists and local social climbers moved by. It was situated such… Continue reading Pen & Pedagogy

The Silence & The Howl | Part 3

CHAPTER THREE The art gallery buzzed like a nest of agitated hornets. Harmon, dressed in his finest dirty T and sun-eaten jeans and moving from the entrance to stand before the gala proper, found the chatter irksome and the low, odd-filtered light disorienting. He liked the dark and quiet. Despite his proclivities he had agreed… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 3