A lonely country road, rural Massachusetts. A normal day, a normal sky, a normal life. Jack was walking home from work at the local AMC it was 5:03PM. Jack hadn't eaten since 11:00 o'clock that morning his stomach was growing. He felt the pangs move through his body and thought of his mother's homemade mac and cheese that was waiting for him just a fifteen-minute walk away.
There was a cool summ...
A single lone body awakes in a land of pure white the likes of which gives no respite, no rest. Save for the fact that along the borders of this room there is blackness that is the absence of light. On one side of this room there is a mirror perfectly reflecting the austerity of the whites and the dim of the dark borders that line this room. In the mirror it becomes clear that the whites are not a...
Stories tale of a beast with a thousand mouths. Each greedier and hungrier than the next. At least that's how the tale's used to go. Nowadays, they're called the under-folk. In the early 90's scientists discovered that under the right conditions a wormhole would temporarily breach the surface of reality under children's beds. The exact conditions are still under investigation, but generally, they ...
It was 9pm on a Thursday, Emilia was in a car on her way to another late-night show interview.
Blood spatter on the counter, a pen knife on the floor, sirens in the distance.
This marked the 5th one she had done in the past month. Tomorrow, she had a morning show and Saturday she had a meeting with a publisher on a book opportunity.
The person behind in her line was dead, the contents of their ...
Jim was working as a waitress at cocktail bar, at least that's what he was imagining at the moment, that much was true. "Don't you Want Me" playing in the background on another Thursday night at Arnold's Aromatic Launders. There was a rotation of exactly 16 songs that played on loop, the loop lasted about 1 hour. Meaning that for the 5 years Jim had been working at Arnold's, he had listened to tha...
It was brilliant and dull; it was sensation and memory; it was a deluge of colors and an outpouring of soul. It was a vest. Simple and complex. The vest was made of a material that appeared to be something similar to a soft frilly blanket with feathers and tendrils of soft cotton. The vest came up to a V-neck opening that was rimmed with crinkly wax paper, that you'd find at the bottom of a box of...
The party began to wind down for the night, each attending to their routines, a normal day. The Folmir was prepping the stew and hardtack for the nightly meal, Aromir was sharpening his bow and arrow for the morrow, Anduin was reading from his tome, I was accounting for the day's expense and making sure ledgers were in order. Our party had not been together long. It started with a contract to take...
