Month: September 2016

Chapter 6

It was immediately apparent that Ms. Smith and I would not get along well. Firstly, she was the type to wear sunglasses indoors, and not because she was hungover. That would imply she had at least a modest penchant for fun, and Ms. Smith… Continue Reading “Chapter 6”

Chapter 5

I walked into the waiting room of a Ms. Smith. The room was sterile, tidy, and modern. Hard edges, simple shapes, and negative space; a geometric taste that said future without actual signs of progress. I tasted the air. There was nothing, and my… Continue Reading “Chapter 5”


The night before I moved to Memory Lane I was at a party. It was my friend’s party, but I only spoke to him twice that night. The first time he wanted to tell me that I was going to be okay. He told me… Continue Reading “Party”

Chapter 4

Summer came to a close. So it goes. The weeks came to pass and as they tend to do around this time of year, the leaves began to fall one by one. Like the leaves, my friends too began to fall away, one at… Continue Reading “Chapter 4”

III : An ominous voice.

Henry, Oh Henry… Frantically, I whipped my head from side to side. Where was the voice coming from? Completely submerged, I’d drifted down into the depths of the quarry, where this deep, resonating voice confronted me. It was omnipresent, vibrating the water all around… Continue Reading “III : An ominous voice.”

II : A thoughtful present.

He, The North, Cuts the brush; His Eastern entourage Tailing that familiar rush Of said sweet Southbound trail • Soaring spirits flying high, yet, marred By echoes haunting this final evening quest Now you must run fast from an impending scar Sunset coming, leaves… Continue Reading “II : A thoughtful present.”

Globs the Cannibal

Globs was a cannibal. He ate other people.