The Silence & The Howl (§.28)

Continued from CHAPTER 27 CHAPTER 28 When Harmon returned to the house in the morning he found Andy's car in the drive and a pile of boxes sitting on the front porch. Boxes filled with his personal effects. Andy watched from the living room window, his expression dour and wrathful. Harmon turned from the boxes… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl (§.28)

The Silence & The Howl (§.26)

§.26 The four conversants sat in the far right corner of the cafe, the mechanical whirring of the fan and the clinking of cups, paper and plastic, and the skidding of heeled-polymer upon the linoleum floor, the only sounds, save the occassional puff of a cigarette or cigar. With a broad smile, La'Far broke the… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl (§.26)

Originality By Way Of Cliche: Kumo Kagyu’s Goblin Slayer, Vol. 1 (2016)

"Goblin Slayer was calm as he delivered this answer that was no answer. He daubed his gauntlets with blood, then pulled a liver out from one of the bodies."   —Kumo Kagyu, Goblin Slayer, Vol. 1 (2016) §.00 The first installment of the novel series Goblin Slayer, Vol.1 (2016), written by Kumo Kagyu (with illustrations by Noboru… Continue reading Originality By Way Of Cliche: Kumo Kagyu’s Goblin Slayer, Vol. 1 (2016)

The Silence & The Howl | Part 19

§.19 Harmon rang up sprawls at the break of dawn, knowing his former roommate would be up for work. In under four seconds, a croaky voice tersely answered. "Yeah?" "I'm stopping by to pick up my things." "What things?" "Things I'd left there." "Oh. Those things." "Yeah. Just wanted to give you a heads up."… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 19

The Futurist Manifesto of Architecture

The speculative techno-poetic document provided below was written in 1914 by the Futurist architect and draftsman, Antonio Sant'Elia [anˈtɔnjo santeˈlia]. I have here reproduced Sant'Elia's manifesto in it's entirety for the prospective edification of my readership. No architecture has existed since 1700. A moronic mixture of the most various stylistic elements used to mask the skeletons… Continue reading The Futurist Manifesto of Architecture

Blown Head, Black Dance

I hear his poorly maintained car before I get around the bend. The cabin is lit, since it is almost dark. Everything that Erin did seemed stupid, yet he had never been arrested. He conducted himself with a righteousness. Confidence I guess is a better camouflage than paranoia, a camouflage I should learn, since I… Continue reading Blown Head, Black Dance