May 2009
1 post
Space Wulf
It was seven days of straight bloodletting in the City of the Crying Wolves. The red ran in rivets down the P’tan’s general’s face, mixing with the heavy downpour of rain. His grin was etched on in stone. The P’tan’s hands felt for heads nearby, and his fingers gouged out the eyes, bringing the heads together in a splintering crack. The nearby Chiztincik general came...
December 2008
2 posts
Soul Cloud
When you go far enough away, in space, you start heading home. Carlyle knew that. So did Lou. Only now am I beginning to notice the vastness. The empty, vastness of nothing. Absolute nothing. My emotions have almost faded, most now relagated to a bemused chuckle at my life before. Pining for a woman I could never have, getting in a fender-bender. At the moment, it seemed like a pretty important...
Pleather
Her skin looked like pleather and her clothes clung to her body strangely like she was sweaty in weird places. I was walking through the aisles, stopping casually to look at a magazine. “Y’all gonna buy that or you jes lookin?” she said. I looked deeper at the magazine. Was I going to buy it? “Trout Fisher.” Probably not, but who could tell? I don’t know how...