The Silence & The Howl (§.27)

CHAPTER 27 She found Harmon in his room, staring at a series of drawings affixed to the wall. In the center hung a meticulously detailed graphite illustration of a young dark-haired woman with handsome mediterranean features. Harmon's eyes shimmered with strange intensity from where he sat in statuesque silence in the middle of the spartan… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl (§.27)

Roadkill

Sitting and lazily swiveling in my broken leatherette desk chair, I looked around my office, searching its contents for some sense of purpose for being there, but much to no avail.  Brown bookcases lined the walls, squeezed tightly together in a uniform fashion. The shelves were concave, virtually choking on artifacts collected (hoarded, really) over… Continue reading Roadkill

Todesregel Isle (Part II)

The scavenger watched the newcomers from a tor-borne perch above the marsh. They had found the body. It was only a matter of time until those that had put it there found them. He did not envy them their predicament. * Villavic and the hundred and nineteen cast-aways trudged up out of the marsh to… Continue reading Todesregel Isle (Part II)

Todesregel Isle (Part I)

The wind hissed and twined like ethereal snakes above the taiga. All was silent save the cawing of crows who high-circled the heads of the prisoners on the creaking ferry and they one hundred and twenty in number, all chained and over-watched by guards who moved pendulously, left to right, machine guns at-the-ready, eyes masked… Continue reading Todesregel Isle (Part I)

Firebug

Devlin Carver heard it in the morning. The dull scratching on the ceiling that had kept him up half the night. Something in the walls... He rubbed the dream-dust from his eyes and rose and paused, listening intently. The scratching intensified for a brief moment and then fell silent. Shortly, the sound started up again… Continue reading Firebug

The Iron Garden: Part.12

Campaign Angela Vikander stood anxiously upon the balcony of her expansive highrise, overlooking the main thoroughfares of the city. She wanted a cigarette badly but had decided to quit, a move to improve her image; it had been Erlen's idea. Vikander cursed her campaign manager under her breath. Damn him. Why the hell do I… Continue reading The Iron Garden: Part.12

The Iron Garden: Part.11

The knock came late at night, sharp and sudden as the deluge that followed it. Skies loosed their astral tears upon the tumble-down motel as Afua stirred and wrapped her aged bones in a tattered shawl. “Who is it?” Kojo rasped from the bed adjacent her own. “I don't know.” “Well go and see, woman.”… Continue reading The Iron Garden: Part.11