Category Archives: Fiction
Pick-up
It’s been a solid fifteen minutes since Donnelly last focused on him; the blue-eyed man feels the easygoing haze begin to drop — it spirals right quick, considering they’re going up and up and up stairs. He can’t quite grasp … Continue reading
Two bullets in the TV…
You fill up my senses, like a night in the forest, like a mountain in springtime, like a walk in the rain. “S’music fucking sucks, right man?” “…” “Samatter? You don’ like conversa’in’r somethin?” “…” “Jesus, man, I’m just tryina … Continue reading
Jones
Some days, she does not bother getting out of bed. Some days, she looks from the clock to the wall. Some days, she drinks more than she eats. Some days, she vomits more than she drinks. Some days, she cries, … Continue reading
Garden
Garden was a peaceful enough place; all of us came here, but most of us to visit at least once, before our final resting time. I had walked through its paths many times; the faces I saw were familiar, old … Continue reading
On the run
“Get up,” the blue-eyed man hisses. “Get up, and run,” he snarls, grabbing hold of the back of the other man’s hair and making him run. “GET UP!” he shouts, and he pulls his gun to put it to the … Continue reading