Riverflow Blue
He cracked the top of his head, and the fire leaked out. His eyes were emerald green, and his skin was copper – descendant of
Tag: prose
Jenny Fred’s Write, Right?
It is interesting when you sit down to tell your own story, because you realise that is has been out there for a while, delivered
Exhale The King
The fragments of a baby are scattered on the ground in a way that suggests it was dipped in liquid nitrogen before the perpetrator took
Perspective Collapse
How long to turn John into a Camera Head – walking existential trigger point? Finger snap. Camera snap. Shoot. Sniper. Photographer. He has people in
The Era Of Left Behind
She orbits around him sometimes. He orbits around her at others. There are other satellites which move through the space. Broken bodies in the skies;
Inner Rewind Zone
In a Rewind Zone. Calais was designation Chanticleer One. It was funny to him that he could walk around in one of these causally screwed
Fleas On The Fleece
All the hypnotic sheeple rotated around the supermarket as the muzak seeped into them and turned their bones to jelly. They leaked a small amount
Flyer Flies
He was hung upside down above this latest little poster he had designed, hanging by Grip-Tips fastened firmly into the concrete. There was an Own-Drone