Lisa found the end of the world was exceedingly dull. That was after the moon cracked in two, the sea rising and Them coming from the ashes. After that, life went back to how it was before. There was still the daily grind to get food (any food), still sitting aimlessly in the evening on … Continue reading My Addiction and the Apocalypse
There was fire everywhere. It tasted awful. That scent of…not death, not smoke, not even air. It was the taste of apathy and darkness despite light being all he was able to see. His skin felt like it was already on fire, but not yet, there was still time. He breathed through his mouth; it … Continue reading Nothing but Fire
“Ah damn,” he sighed as he spilled the boiling hot tea over his keyboard. He tittered to himself, tipping it upside down and shaking it violently enough that the keys rattled. He was shaking. He couldn’t help it. His new camera system had only been set up yesterday and now his computer screen was a … Continue reading Never Trust Anyone
The oracle frowned at the flames. Their incense was making her eyes water. But the pain was the price for her visions. In the purple smoke she saw a man standing tall in cheering crowds. A savoir for men and creature. She saw his smile. His creeping wide smile as those cheers faded. The sky … Continue reading Damned
There was a shabby grandfather clock in the corner of the office, making the room more cramped than it already was. A second clock ornate and made of gold (at least painted to look so) sat on his desk. It would look more fitting upon the mantle of a fireplace rather than the rickety piece … Continue reading Boys will be Boys
He wiped the pale skin of her cheeks and the grimy brown hair that swept over them. He laid her to sleep in a bed of water and rock. She was at least clean where he was dirt red. He turned and let the rain wash the sins off his coat and flesh.
“Um, Lance?” He looked up from where he'd been pretending to do some actual work. “Hannah, erm...” she was standing awkwardly in the doorway to the classroom, her top dragged down slightly showing more cleavage than she probably wanted. He swiftly turned his gaze back to her face and resettled the glasses on his nose, … Continue reading The Bi-Advantage: You Get to Ask Twice