“Shit!” Vincent turned on the spot and stumbled down the path, clinging to the trees. He repeated the expletive several times.
“What was it speaking, Spanish?” Dave asked.
“Holy shit, we are not in Mexico, Dave!” Vincent said, “that wasn’t Spa...
2024-04-08 02:42:18 +0000 UTC View PostThe Stalker, the IRS office, the incompetent asses who ran it, the horrible weather that caught him, the car crash, the deer that crashed through his windshield, all the events that led up to him screaming at an alien sky with vocal cords that did not belong to him. They were all too horrible and...
2024-04-08 02:29:14 +0000 UTC View PostIt was impossible to tell how much time had passed before he awoke again. No longer was he floating in a void without dimension or substance. He was lying face down on a solid surface, unable to move, as if somebody had injected his entire body with anesthetic.
His limbs felt too heavy to c...
2024-04-08 02:28:14 +0000 UTC View PostVincent was vaguely aware of warmth spreading across his chest, accentuated by gusts of bitter cold. The driver's seat began to phase out of existence, as if it were being dissolved by invisible acid. He was barely conscious of what was happening: he was dying. But he was too far gone, far too ti...
2024-04-08 02:27:17 +0000 UTC View Post“Yo, Vaycon, you ready?”
Vincent stared out the window. His mind was stalled like a rusted engine.
“Vaycon.” Marty’s voice came in through his headset.
“Oh what?” Vincent asked, snapping out of his daze. He turned back to his computer monitor. “Yeah, sorry. I’m...
2024-04-08 02:26:28 +0000 UTC View PostThal’rin Cyos, the leader of the city of Meldohv Syredel, bowed his head in silence. His hands were clasped under his snout and his wings were tucked behind his back. In front of him was a platter of pastries, but he had lost his appetite. So, instead, he sat and waited, listening to the quiet ...
2024-04-08 02:23:00 +0000 UTC View Post