Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones
Things Needed Doing
Striving for heavens because there were always things needing doing and you were the sort that stood on top next to the crystal ball every single New Years and every single New Years you sang Auld Lang Syne like memories … Continue reading
I Knew It
Put on some fucking clothes, he used to say, but his eyes would wander. He would look, because he was a red-blooded man. He would let his eyes drift over exposed rib and bared, scarred skin. Because. But he always … Continue reading
I Ran For Eli
“Blue flare when you find him, so everyone knows to head back to the van!” I heard Eli shout after us. I didn’t answer. Asshole. Of course I know to use the blue flare. I could see my breath as … Continue reading
Go Back
Jori pulled the van to a lurching stop, and the other vans did the same — off to the side of the road, out of habit, not because anyone else would be driving along. “Go back!” Thuy shouted. “We have … Continue reading
The Bells of Nothington
Our little caravan of fighters, of survivors, sped away on streets of winterdust, leaving behind the crossroads of Nothington, headed east as fast as we could go. A few people cried in the back, adrenaline finally fading. Eli kept touching … Continue reading