Tag: fiction

The Realm: Chapter 2 Part 2

"Yes, the great Elizabeth!" Dwynn said mockingly as she stood up.  She then began striding about her sister with the composure and pomp of an empress, embracing an invisible scepter and waving to an imaginary crowd. "The more I see of the world," she decreed  in a lofty tone, "the more I am dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters."  She stepped backwards to the chair, faltering in her steps until she dramatically flopped into the seat where she had begun her melodramatic performance.  "It is unaccountable!" she said breathing heavily with a forearm across her brow.  "In every view...unaccountable!"

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PA 332

Similarly did a group of teens seek shelter beneath the awning of a convenience store in the next town.  They blew grey cigarette smoke out into the air while cursing the rain and their parents and life itself in godforsaken obscurity.  Surely, no two towns were exactly alike, but mile after mile, Corey found one local custom remarkably consistent: staring.  Gawking, squinting, leering, with tilted heads and mouths agape, the natives postured at the sight of the foreign wagon rolling through their neighborhood.  It was as though a silent alarm had been raised, and like wild things did they clamber to windows and draw back their hoods and cease their conversations to address the intruder in their territory.

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The Realm: Chapter 2 Part 1

The audience collectively gaped in terror at the explosion of blood and bone.  All but one of the onlookers scurried away like rodents, and pressed their backs to the farthest wall as Johns sauntered by, cleaning his crimson-stained hands with a handkerchief.  At the end of the line of empty stools, one old man still sat quietly at the bar, smirking as he gazed blankly into his mug of beer.

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Living Up: The Lawn

Somewhere deep within the border of South Carolina there grows a terrible jungle.  It is comprised primarily of a handful of wild, spirited, blades of grass and knee-high clumps of innocuous clover.  But within this suburban amazon grows a nefarious weed.  Surely of alien origins, the hideous vine stretches and writhes its way across a patch of earth no bigger than a dining room.

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Carolina Brimstone

    She opened her eyes and solemnly folded her hands upon her lap.  "These are the signs of the End of Times, ladies - that false prophets should strike the name of God from our vocabulary, and cause our people to follow the teachings and whims of mere men and false idols.  Do not be fooled.  Guard your minds from such teachings, lest their temptations lead to your demise.  Yes, dear ones, safeguard your minds, safeguard your children. And when the Lord calls upon you to act as his instrument of purification, do not hesitate, but rather answer the call with a willing spirit and a righteous heart."

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The Realm: Chapter 1 Part 2

The setting sun lit the clouds a fiery pink and orange.  The trees and taller London structures that comprised the city skyline were silhouetted black against the burning sky.  The air was crisp and carried a fragrant scent, uncharacteristic for the smoky metropolis.  This evening was truly one for the London annals - an evening worthy of remembrance.

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Living Up: Family

My father didn't say a word as he switched from tool to tool to get just the right bend on a piece of metal.  On his knees before the patio door, he snipped and clipped and crimped until the long strip of aluminum at last matched the profile of the wall.  My father was meticulous in his craft.  I stood beside him, equally silent, and handed him each new implement like a nurse aiding an ingenious surgeon.

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Living Up: The End

It was a still morning in the heart of Geriatric Paradise, but my stomach was anything but peaceful as I pulled my aged station wagon up to the sidewalk of my inevitable end.  The wheezing Buick came gratefully to a rest in front of the future home of its former owner.  I shared the irony with the old red, wagon, but it wasn’t as amused as it should have been.  Perhaps it knew how much of an asshole I really was.  Perhaps it knew the real irony of that morning: that I should begrudgingly welcome one who had freely given to me.

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Hawaii

"She had to go to an island," he muttered to himself.  David sat at the end of the hotel bed - his eyes glued to the television, his mind awash with a cascading flow of fond memories, bitter regrets, and the promise of impending demise. 

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