The Silence & The Howl | Part 17

§.17 They descended the stairs as thunder ranged beyond the ambit of the creaking tumbledown. Lyla wanted to watch a movie. Inquiries concerning the cinematic acumen of all present were made, with Andy judged most-knowledgeable, they settled into the massive, tattered and musty couch as their host plopped in a old VHS titled 'Fractured Mirror.'… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 17

The Silence & The Howl | Part 16

§.16 The moon ghosted above the ancient coal breaker. Odd figures walked the streets, surreptitiously passing small plastic bags to each other just beyond the illumination of the streetlamps and the lights of Andy's house. Bluebird did not call before she arrived. She parked her car in the front of the drive and clattered down… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 16

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 Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 6

(continued from part 5) "She was convinced that this... thing, was real. She was obsessed with it. In her last days, she spoke of nothing else." "Poor woman. How was it she... ah, forgive me. I shouldn't pry." "You were going to ask how she died? Its alright. Its seldom I get to speak of… Continue reading The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 6

The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 5

(continued from part 4) He smiled ever so slightly, as if the act were difficult for him and then removed two cheap shot glasses from the same desk drawer which had previously held the ambered and aromatic liquid and filled them halfway full and slid one across the table to me. I picked up the… Continue reading The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 5

The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 4

(continued from part 3) "How extraordinary." I muttered dejectedly, mouth falling open slight. Merric raised a brow and laid a firm, finely manicured hand upon my shoulder. "Are you feeling quite alright?" "I... no. I don't know what came over me. Its like... damn it. I can't explain. It were as a fit of... of-"… Continue reading The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 4

The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 3

(continued from part 2) Weeping. Faint and feminine and coming from the immediate upper floor. From Ward M-B. I thought at first that it might be a television one of the orderlies or guards had left on. Some of them carried small portable TV sets around for viewing during their lunch-break. I paused near the… Continue reading The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 3