Henry stepped back as the acetylene torch cut through the last of the steel door. It dropped with a loud thump to the ground, and then slowly fell forward and landed with a clang and rattle that shook dust off the walls. Henry stepped forward and stood on top … Continue reading
J. D. Salinger is easily the author who has had the largest impact on me as a writer. Which is strange to say as I haven’t read his stuff in a long time. And it’s also odd that it wasn’t Catcher in the Rye that first turned me onto him. … Continue reading
In the heat of the desert sun, Leonard Johnson ran his tongue over the cut on his lip. The cut was scabbed over, creating a strange piece of lip that had no sensation, no connection to him, but brushing over it caused the rest of his lip to move and … Continue reading
Sean walked down the street. It was a cold night and scattered rain was pelting the city, yet he was wearing a light, short sleeve t-shirt and jeans. All of him was soaking wet and his clothes clung to his body and his shoes were soaked through. He stopped under … Continue reading
“JOIN THE SERVICE TODAY,” the poster screamed in bold letters that reached back into the horizon. A hard-jawed man, drawn in simplistic lines at the forefront of the poster, stood watch over the letters and the world at his feet. He was in standard unit attire, his uniform drawn in … Continue reading
Dreams are a terrible thing, perverse slices of your past thrown in your face linked up to all the triggers you try to disconnect. Disorienting and fake, they remind you of youth and old friends that aren’t around anymore and days when you were young and your father wasn’t dying. … Continue reading
Taking space hops the amount of times I do, you get used to how much of your average scientists’ chatter boils down to doing things for no reason, or for reasons they’ve long since forgot. I’ve been in deep cryo-jumps where the eggheads had us dehydrate first so the deep … Continue reading
The rabbit lay still on the cold ground except for the rise and fall of its chest. Fall was approaching and most of the trees were growing bare, their branches framing the view of the valley that sprawled out on the westward side of the hill. There was a flurry … Continue reading
Karana sat on the beach, her knees hugged to her chest. The waves were high enough to brush over her feet occasionally, and she squeezed her toes together feeling the crushed-shell sand prickling her feet. Her eyes were strained and red and her cheeks had small lines of dried tears on them … Continue reading
I watched myself find a mug and pour a cup from the coffeemaker on the counter. I had been staring at me for a few minutes now, and you might think the shock of seeing myself in my kitchen through the window might have begun to fade at this point, … Continue reading
