the sixth hand
Heru was a man in dressed in soft, urban tones, who was queued up in a small cafe. He fumbled with the coins in his…
Just some things I write
Heru was a man in dressed in soft, urban tones, who was queued up in a small cafe. He fumbled with the coins in his…
Two men, plain of face. One carries a mystic disposition, while the other marked plainly by physical courage. They are in the study of a…
At the end of time, I imagine there is one last respite. It will appear as a park bench, installed on a seawall that faces…
The camera focused on a broad, plain-but-pretty face with expertly threaded eyebrows. Her eyes were unfocused. She sighed and sent her glance darting to every…
Life is better when you roll with your boys. No one said you were the good guy, or had to be. You decided how you…
And yea, they’ll well sing of the days someone proved the curse of “fuck around, find out.” The end of the world has long past.…
II. “It’s only every once in a while, but it’s a pattern. Everything is doing it.” “I thought that was just the hard drive doing…
I. “We need to talk about what happened.” “What happened?” “I thought you said it was over.” “What’s over?” “Do you even know where you…