Jean was walking home on a dark street in a lonely section of town. She always left the 7-11 where she worked feeling depressed and drained. The roads and alleys that led home were so familiar now that she didnt even look as she picked her way through the garbage that littered the streets. Was […]
Monthly Archives: August 2007
The Inner Light - Prologue
Thursday, August 9, 2007
The voice whispered all around him. It was hushed, but at that same moment it consumed him. It whispered into his ears and, at the same time into his very soul. It probed him as if for ages, every word hanging on into eternity with every rasping breath. The exhales cut him deep as though […]
Please Stop the Pain! - Chapter One
Thursday, August 9, 2007
苦痛を止めて下さい！
“初めまして。。。“
The girl lay there on her knees in a ever growing pool of blood. The dark red circle spread out underneath her like an ominous shadow obscuring the floor beneath her. She lay there whimpering, crying, and struggling to catch her breath in that horrible puddle into which her very life was pouring. Her tears […]
Aftermath - Chapter One
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Night had fallen hours ago. An unnatural darkness now crowding the city streets where once there were streetlights and store fronts there was now only that eerie darkness. Like death casting its shroud over the streets. It was just one more reminder for the survivors that their days were numbered. At least during the daylight […]
Three Fifty Zed - Chapter One
Thursday, August 9, 2007
He isn’t sure how it came to this. How he came to be in this place at this moment. All he knew was that he was nervous, shaking. He couldn’t concentrate. Too much was going on all around him. Lights, screams, roaring engines, everything was a distraction. Everything was keeping him from remembering what he […]
My Grandfather’s Porsche - Chapter One
Thursday, August 9, 2007
There was a hole here once.
Now the absence of that familiar thing was throwing off his sense of direction. He used to wander the same yard for days at a time when he was a child. Now that familiarity had passed. Towering oaks had withered and died and branches that once seemed impossibly out of […]