Who Comes? (Day 118)
Inside the frost covered walls of the cabin, three of us huddled together in the frigid air, trying to share what little body warmth we could spare. The…
Free from Pain (Day 117)
Mario felt the rising tide, the overwhelming weight of numbness, blanketing him from the inside. It’s curling grayness was a fog that drowned heart, mind, and…
Hope in a State of Disrepair (Day 115)
The rotor spun lazily around in a circle, sputtering every third rotation. Tom knew it was every third rotation because he had nothing to do except sit and…
It Changes You (Day 114)
Paul staggered to a stop as he felt a squirming inside his belly. Was it a kick? The thing growing inside him moved again causing him to break wind loudly. He…
Haunted (Day 112)
Dim light from over the bar gave some definition to the darkness. Eddie raised his hand. It was still balled up into a tight fist. The nightmare was over. Or…
A Break in the Monotony (Day 111)
Leonard floated along, as the train took him from station to station the way it always did. He had ridden the route so many times that he didn’t pay attention…
Before I was Ready (Day 110)
Bearing the Light was harder than it looked. All anyone could see was a glowing nimbus of pale light, one that grew brighter as its surroundings became darker…
Upon the Backs of the Downtrodden (Day 109)
“You three will be my hand maidens the bearers of my message to the world.” Wiley C. kept his voice low and intense. In its vibrato it alternated between…
A Roar of Defiance (Day 106)
Sin sat like a man, her hands cuffed together. Black and red hair obscured half of her face, patterned in swimming diamonds, and so only half of her face…
Securing the Future (Day 104)
It was the first time I killed a man in the name of something greater. Had I killed others before this? Of course. That’s what soldiers do. Those enemies were…
A Tool of Violence (Day 101)
Paul had a gun. It wasn’t elegant or personalized in any way. Even for its small size it was dense and lay heavily against his palm as if to reinforce the…
Driving to the End of the Road (Day 100)
As Michael continued driving into his eleventh hour, lines began to blur. Day folded under the pressure of night. The road thrashed like a pinned snake anytime…
As the Stone Falls (Day 98)
Vien lounged atop thick green grass. Next to him was a pile of rocks he had collected on the way over. Some were like fists, perfect for destroying a window…
Neglect (Day 97)
Some days are unforgettable. The date is seared into my mind; a mental brand. I can feel the bumps that make up the scar tissue if I really try. They are…
Those Precious Moments (Day 96)
Breathing was hard. Short shallow breaths were okay. Anything more than that triggered sharp pains like knives running up the outer edges of my rib cage. Even…
Receptions (Day 95)
An incoherent expression was all the warning I had before a rickety wagon wheel threw mud at me. I leaped back to avoid having a foot crushed. Wiping the cold…
Violent Disconnection (Day 94)
A bee buzzed against the window. It wasn’t an angry noise but rather it sounded like nature herself was humming. It reminded me of a cat’s contented purr. I…
A Dangerous Feeling (Day 93)
The feeling of disappointment comes like a sharp blow, not so much as a stinging slap, but rather like a swift kick to the nuts. It spreads outward and upward…
Hollow (Day 92)
The house was cold and dark as it always was when I came home. Turning the lights on didn’t seem to help. It just changed the museum from day to night. Even…
Last Words (Day 90)
Lautemy mounted the wooden steps, his head held high. Two guards, one on either side of him, kept firm grips on his upper arms but he moved without their…