where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
"For my eyes are electric!” Rod says with gusto. “Next you’re going to tell me you’re made of metal as well.” Rod smiles broadly, “But I am made of metal, the finest metals in all the land, for I take pride in my vessel, and I keep my circuits clean.”
The bitterly cold March winds claw at his face as he forces each step forward, pulling on the dogs leash sporadically as he tries to keep the pace forward and her stop to the bare minimum. The music blares powerfully in each ear blocking out the rest of the world, allow his mind to escape …
Continue reading "A Mirror Shows No Shadow Only Its Reflection – Part One"
The lights twist and turn in the darkness, creating shadows that seem alive with movement. His mind frantically creates dark doubts and fears that implode with a plethora of images that burn their way into his brain. An explosion ripped through the electrified air and he feels the madness washing over him as familiar faces …
Continue reading "The Curtain Begins To Part, The Shows About To Start – Short Story"
He stands in the empty corridor bathing in the light, then as quickly as it birthed itself into existence the light is gone and he stands looking down an all too familiar hallway. Slowly he allows his gaze to drift along the rows of widows facing out from the rooms that shoot off the hallway, …
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Marty smiles nervously, as he feels the edge of hit top lip quiver with annoyance. “S-S-SURPR-P-PRISE!” Sophie yells with glee, laughing hysterically before her face becomes emotionless and she stares coldly at Marty. “I CANNN TELL B-B-BY THE LOOK ON Y-Y-YYOUR ROT-T-TTEN FACE YOU DIDN’T EXPECT P-P-POOR LITTLE SOPHIE TO B-B-BE I-I-ITS WAY IN!” Marty …
He smiles softly and leans back in his chair, “Why is such an interesting question with so many desired outcomes, for we do so much for so little. Yet the one question that can pull every thread apart, is why. Why is the sky blue? Why do we cry when we’re sad? Why did the …
Continue reading "We Are The Sin That Never Forgives – Part Thirty"
Jarvier grinds his teeth together, spitting a mouthful of spit to the ground. "So proud if yourself, aren't you?" He hisses deeply. "Why shouldn't I be? This word should be the crown in my jewel of excellence, but instead its a bitter pill disguised as a dream, and that is for all of us. That …
Continue reading "We Are The Sin That Never Forgives – Part Twenty-Nine"
“Why theses games!” Jarvier hisses as he charges up the stairs towards Marty, only to find himself standing at the bottom again. Marty smiles and takes a bite of his apple. “What makes you think I’m playing games with you?” “Don’t try and act like your innocent, we’ve both been down this road before and it …
Continue reading "We Are The Sin That Never Forgives – Part Twenty-Eight"
She stares at her hands as if they were not her own but someone else’s, and begins squeezing them together tightly. A squishy sound loudly escapes from between the palms as the sweat seeps freely from her over saturated pores and pools between her small thin hands. “You don’t need to be nervous,” his voice …
Continue reading "We Are The Sin That Never Forgives – Part Twenty-Seven"
“Why must we be the ones to stay dead, aren’t you already dead as well?” Victoria hisses from behind him as she leaps upon his back and wraps her arms and legs around him. “What if we’re all, already dead lover. What would be your battle cry then?” “Don’t twist my words, we can’t all …
Continue reading "We Are The Fear That Never Dies – Part Seventeen"
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