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

The Silence & The Howl | Part 2

CHAPTER TWO Harmon awoke with the rising of the light. He ran his hands through his hair, wild and dark as raven-down. He stretched and cracked his neck and leaned out on the tips of his toes til he fell to the floor, catching himself before his face collided with the spotless concrete of his… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 2

Todesregel Isle (Part IIII)

Gunter's wrathful howls briefly filled up the ambit of the creaking, frost-laden wood where the bodies of the dead lay like flowers from some other world of mescaline dream, swiftly swallowed by a snowstorms ceaseless churning as the survivors of the wael made for the cave, found it and huddled about in the middling-dark, scratching… Continue reading Todesregel Isle (Part IIII)

The Photographer’s Dilemma (VIII)

She was so distressed by the mysterious message from the cafe she skipped her gala showing and the meeting she was supposed to have with Thompson afterwards and found herself wandering in The Tombs near where Greely had been killed. She passed by the stoop where he had called to her as night fell like… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (VIII)

The Photographer’s Dilemma (VII)

* As soon as she was able to get some distance from Partridge she pulled out her mobile and opened up her social media on Rattle.web. She squinted down at her profile photo, it was a top-down angled portrait; she didn't like it, she was trying to hard to look interesting, she thought to herself.… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (VII)

The Photographer’s Dilemma (VI)

Thompson shook his head, surveying Ariadne's works upon the wall. All her photographs hung from their frames where she had earlier placed them, all save one; the picture of the man with the albescent jacket. "I'm sorry, Ms. Campbell, I've no idea where it went. It must have been..." Ariadne nodded gravely, "Stolen. Its alright,… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (VI)

The Photographer’s Dilemma (V)

When she arrived at Jamie's apartment she was surprised, it was far less expansive and glitzy than she had expected, given he was a friend of Calvin's. She knocked and Jamie quickly answered, smiling. "Hey, you alright." "No, not really, not at all." She went inside and was given a cup of coffee and sat… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (V)