Left foot. Right foot. Left again. Over and over. In reality, it’s not far, but when you’re walking to the gallows where you’ll be hanged, it’s an eternity. Step after step, guards on either side, fear mounting with every step. Maybe you wonder if it wouldn’t be better to make a run for it. Let them shoot you, get it over with? Continue reading “My Last Moments”
There’s only one Olive Garden, but it has a thousand doors. I always thought it was just a saying, a joke that people made about how every Olive Garden looked the same, but it’s not. It’s literally one, single restaurant. I found that out the hard way.
Continue reading “The Garden”
This one is the is the final (I promise) entry in the series that began with My Lucky Coin Toss. Please read the earlier parts before this one. I’ve linked them below.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
The clock strikes 12:17 and I think I’m finally ready. The shadows still haven’t got me. Turns out, she couldn’t affect this world as much as I thought she could. Only the dick-god can really affect it. I smile. I know now how things work here. Continue reading “A Coin Toss, Retracted”
The pale pink rabbit, some child’s lost toy, blinked at him from the kitchen chair. At least, he assumed it was a child’s lost toy. It looked like a toy, and it wasn’t really moving. The only real difference were the very human looking eyes, endlessly blinking at him as he rounded the kitchen toward it. The eyes followed him as he crept up on its side, even if the neck never moved.
Continue reading “The Empire of All-Knowing Eyes”
Renzo pulled himself out of sleep. Something wasn’t right. His room was pitch black and he couldn’t even see past the edge of his bed, but still, he knew there was somebody else in the room with him. It was finally time, he had been waiting for this for so long. He knew he still needed to be careful, but he couldn’t help smiling to himself as he sat up in his bed.
“Renzo Lanese,” came a female voice to his right. It was dark and powerful, just as he knew it would be. He still couldn’t see the person it was attached to, but he felt awed in her presence nonetheless. Continue reading “Your Past is Always There”
I submitted this one to a contest a little while ago. It didn’t win. Honestly, I never thought I’d put it up here, but I ran across it today, and figured, why not? It’s a little different than what you might be used to from me. It’s fan-fiction, so if that doesn’t float your boat, consider yourself warned. It’s also Mass Effect fan-fiction. If you’ve never heard of Mass Effect, you may not enjoy this story (you may not enjoy it anyway, but whatever). Well, that’s enough rambling from me, story after the break. Continue reading “Research is Dangerous”
“I implore you, your grace, please reconsider,” pleaded the old man walking next to him. He was the future former right hand of the King, Joury.
“I’ve considered enough,” the King responded. He was getting tired of everyone trying to talk him out of this. “The decision has been made, let it lie.” Continue reading “What We Do for Love”
Here’s the third installment of the stories found here and here. As with the other ones, if you don’t want to read the previous entries, there’s no need, as this story should stand on its own. Story below. Continue reading “Alone With My Shadows”
Are you all ready? The days are getting a little cooler (if you’re on the northern hemisphere that is), the nights a little longer. You know what that means? Halloween! I haven’t quite decided exactly what I’m doing here for that yet. Maybe I’ll do more of the horror stories. Did anyone like those? Maybe I’ll do just more general Halloween themed stories. Like I said, I haven’t decided yet. There will be something, though, I promise you.
The other thing October means is we have exactly one month until NaNoWriMo. Is anyone here doing it this year? Of course I am, so I’ll be posting NaNo prep stuff sporadically throughout the month. Perhaps I’ll even post an actual article or two about NaNo prep instead of just updates.
So, what are you guys doing on this most wonderful month of the year?
“Hi,” he said.
I was trapped. I think I was in a basement of some sort, but I have no idea where or for how long. The dark has a way of doing that to you. The only light was a small shaft above and in front of me. I had been given enough food for awhile, but I was chained to the wall and had a broken leg. It had been broken awhile, and I could feel it healing all wrong. Sometimes, it left me in such agony that I screamed until my voice was gone. It didn’t matter though, nobody came, I don’t know if anybody could even hear me. I hadn’t seen anybody in, how long? A week? I wasn’t sure, but I had eaten most of my food, so maybe a week. The only comfort to me, as I sat stewing in my own filth, was a murmur, a TV or a radio outside the basement door. It never left, and for those long stretches of darkness, was the only reminder of a world outside. Continue reading “His Voice”