The Men of the City

The Men of the City

Amon Rajan did not face the room as he regarded the city-scape through the massive glass window. He appeared as a trim silhouette against the sunset and kept his hands tucked in the small of his back. It was melodramatic, aloof, and, with any luck, frustrated his...
Press and Twist

Press and Twist

He’d been here before. He was sure of it; black tablecloths, silver candlesticks, and a flock of penguin waiters. When had he been here? “We dreamed this silly.” He frowned. She was gone. He turned, straightened his shirt, and hitched his jacket. He...
Flicker and Pulse

Flicker and Pulse

Bruce expected some hippy-dippy new age music. It had been like that when he went to get his palm read and at the tarot place. But not here. It was different. There was no music at all. No props. No anything. Soot black and hollow, the back room was an empty shell....
Clagmarate Fate

Clagmarate Fate

The iron was cold on Roth’s tongue and his spit tasted like rust as it trickled down his raw throat. The bit, much like a horses harness, kept him from speaking while the other iron, chains and manacles, kept him from moving. “We should kill him.” Came a deep voice,...
A Dream in BlueDrop Alley

A Dream in BlueDrop Alley

Water. Ripples in water. Aqua-blue hue. A dream dipped in color. The light shimmered and danced gently. Shapeless patterns in azure textured the brick walls in silence; slowly, lethargically. Fingers on skin. If the stones of the alley were anything other than blue it...
The Brute Bucket

The Brute Bucket

The severed head of the vampire looked up from the metal bucket and bared pointed fangs. “I’ll kill you for this, you filth! Your agony will be unending!”   His decapitator smiled. “Like I give a shit. My agony is already unending.” ...