Desmet was her name, and only Desmet. The girl she’d become, the one exiting onto the horn-filled street from the basement stairway beneath the simple restaurant front above, had never known of a last name for herself, and so she was Desmet and nothing more. Continue reading
What is this? A self.
I have been so many for so long. A tender of a flock that was the flock himself, and yet the shepherd. But this: a self? After such time that time itself is meaningless? I tell myself that I am Abacus Jones now. He was. He yet is, for now. I am. We? Certainly I have been a “we” for an eternity, so I can be two. We are two that is one. We are Abacus Jones now. Continue reading
Saret stared up into the empty titian sky at the last sunset he’d ever see. The great orb, Galst, the dying giant alighting the abandoned planet surface of deserted plains and empty horizons. The only sound left for Saret, was himself. His shallow breathing, quick and jagged, and the beating of his heart beneath his chest as it tried to keep the blood flowing through his body, not realizing it was simply spilling more out onto the endless sands. Saret would die today. Continue reading
Madness can be a dammed thing. Hard to make folk understand when they aren’t the ones stricken by it. But if I could offer an attempt, it’s sort of like that little kid that just keeps saying your name and never stops saying it and never lets up no matter how many times you ask him to stop. If you get louder he gets louder until the both of you are just shouting at each other and of course the kid wins. Because they have no reason to stop. And there ain’t a damn thing you can do to stop it. Continue reading
I weren’t happy about things as they were, to say the least.
Angel had taken my eye. My good one. I think. It was hard to say without a gun in my hand. The world seemed smaller on account of it no matter how much land still laid out before us on this damned journey. There was still at least a good day’s travel to the mountain we’d been heading towards the past two days, and the closer we got to it, the more my blood seemed to be boiling inside of me. Even if I hadn’t known where we were heading on account of a light that only my eyes could see rising like a beacon from the top of that mountain, the fever that was welling up in me would have told me the same. As if darkness could emit such blinding light that it made me all kinds of ill. Something was happening to me, and I didn’t like it. Continue reading