The Beginnings Project: Alternative Chapter 11
“Kill them all!” he commanded me. And when I would not, the gory remnants of him sharpened and clawed after my vital force like a fiend, to imbibe it as a means to seize control of his body again.
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Beginnings Chapter 7 – The Acceptance
PORT OF HAIFA The day broke with a savage pounding in my head. I fumbled for the switch on the wall above my bunk and flicked on the light. Squinting […]
Sacred Threads and Marigolds
I watched the preacher kill in the dull yellow light of an alley. A young girl, it was, in her teens, looked like. I got there too late. I watched […]
Sacred Threads and Marigolds (4 of 4)
This is Part 4 of 4 of “Sacred Threads and Marigolds” broken down into four pieces for #FridayFlash participation. Read the story in one go, here.
Sacred Threads and Marigolds (3 of 4)
This is Part 3 of 4 of “Sacred Threads and Marigolds” broken down into four pieces for #FridayFlash participation. Read the story in one go, here.
Beginnings Chapter 3 – The Transference
He didn’t look like much, leathery and shrunken, one suspender keeping his oilskin pants up. But he was half predator, half fish, as old as the ocean, and as fierce.
Sacred Threads and Marigolds (2 of 4)
This is Part 2 of 4 of “Sacred Threads and Marigolds” broken down into four pieces for #FridayFlash participation. Read the story in one go, here.
Sacred Threads and Marigolds (1 of 4)
This is Part 1 of 4 of “Sacred Threads and Marigolds” broken down into four pieces for #FridayFlash participation. Read the story in one go, here.
Wild West BS
No sooner than the man had downed his shot, the front door blasted open and the patrons sprang back in their seats as six, black-masked marauders rushed in. Their capes fluttering back behind them made them look like crows landing in a corn field.
It could have gone like this
This is an alternate ending to “Mucha Bravado”
Mucha Bravado
Bunny rushed his full tub back to the kitchen, grabbed an empty on his way back to the dining room and began working table nine. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the doe-eyed woman, kept stealing pieces of her in glances.
a media monopoly
Image credit goes to “The Presurfer: Your Daily Dose of Diversion” Green note: this here is for SS2 #19 “an old newspaper,” vignettes that bred like rabbits, now reduced to […]
Biographies of Strangers
Hanna poked her head into her husband’s study. “Josh, I’m just going up to the attic to look for a book. Anything you want me to bring down?” “From the […]
Not For the Faint-hearted
Photo credit Green note: this one’s a throwaway. There was no time to create the space this turned out to need to come to fruition, i.e. I bit off more […]
The Essence of a Thing 