Langel knew two things: first, the war was not done (for the sun was still there); second, his tongue was in his mouth (he could feel it).

That couldn’t be right.

He had lost both of those things nearly a year ago.

Yet, it was merely a morbid flashback; it meant he was dying. His body was merely conjuring kind memories to allow him to starve to death in peace.

But for now, the sun warmed hi...

I do not fear you. Yet, I know I should.

Blood covers your face from ear to chin, some half-smile of a man too far gone. Blood always covers your face. I know it won’t come off. I’ve seen you try your best at it, too, but blood remembers. I think you’ve grown the like the smell of it, the feel of it as it splashes onto you. You used to hate it, you know.

I stand upon the peak of a ba...

The headlights went out with an electrical hum and a flicker; then, there was nothing at all.

“We’re done for!” I joked, looking towards my friend in the darkness. She stopped the car. The blue glow from the dashboard illuminated the edges of her face, but darkness blanketed us from all sides. This part of town was a coffin. It was a normal neighborhood, but always silent and dark come dusk...

As the hazy light filtered through the trees, all I could think about was how stupidly humid it was. The air had began to boil, turning sticky and suffocating, more akin to trying to move through syrup than anything enjoyable. Mosquitos hummed above the stilled water while shadows lurked inches beneath. Mudflats surrounded my boat; I was told some parts were a few feet deep, made pliant by the tor...