The Hole
“You hitting up Gecko’s after work?” David said over the headset as Peter was hauling his second to last barge of garbage to be put into the space station’s…
Pain and Pain
Though it was a short run my body felt battle worn. My emotions hurt so that I sent my head back into the brick wall giving me physical pain to match. I sat…
GC
It is Thursday night again, time for the hunt to begin anew. The crisp December air will not deter my search, although I whisper a silent praise to the…
Percolating It Ain't
Percolate. Effort and random associations are struggling to steep the vapors of imagination with something more than retread ideas and glossy superficiality. I…
The Sarcophagus
The van looks like it used to belong to a rapist. Or a work crew. White and windowless, it sits motionless amidst bits of filth that have spilled forth from…
Pripyat
Everything is dirty. And rusty. And probably swimming with carcinogens. Good thing I don’t value my life, otherwise I might be afraid for it. One look at this…