Chilling Words (4)
There’s only so much make-work a guy can do while waiting for a van to return. With it done, all that’s left is for you to sit there with your fellow drivers…
Chilling Words (3)
Another shift. I tended to view the van with a certain sense of trepidation lately. It seemed larger and more daunting each time I approached it. I looked at…
Chilling Words (1)
“I’ll just keep ordering shopping until I find you!” The words from last night rang in my head as I got back into my van and drove off. It was just a random…
Rue de Oleander
Rue de Oleander, Kale found, was aptly named. Tree-lined, with each row house speckled with oleander of every color. It seemed a peaceful place, quaint…
A Letter
There was pain. This fact was constant throughout the duration of my memory. It always harms me to recall something, usually in the general recess of my mind…
The Discovery in the Graveyard
The trees and tombstones were a blur. The wind was rushing through their hair, blowing Megan’s curly locks askew. She reached the gate first. It was locked…
The Graveyard
“Erik, let’s get out of here, it’s getting dark.” Megan said, brushing a strand of her dark mahogany hair out of her face. Erik laughed, draping his camera…
The Phone, Five
The vehicle, for some reason or other, had no time to react to the burning man in the middle of the road. They collided, sending the body flying several feet…
The Phone, Four
The sudden howl of fright and agony jumped Mark badly. Turning his head to the source, he watched in horror as a man in a business suit scrambled madly about…
The Phone, Three
He was treated to a black screen, an image of a half-melted candle, its flame a vibrant display of energy. A word and a single button slowly materialized in…
The Phone, Two
He fiddled with his new acquisition a little more, opening up the contacts list as he wondered about the owner (previous owner, he corrected himself) and his…
The Phone
He swiped his finger across the screen, unlocking it. The phone had only four applications on it. There was the ability to place a call, as well as an app for…
Charlie Nicholson: in Becker's Clutches
“Roll up your sleeve.” Becker spoke calmly, coldly; it was clear from his tone that he was accustomed to being obeyed. At this point I saw no reason not to…
Catching Bullets
I tripped as I came out of the car, falling to the pavement. I saw the shooter’s feet facing the car, body jolting slightly with each shot. I heard a grunt. I…
Chasing A Bullet
I remember my death quite well. It haunts me night after night. Dying isn’t something easily forgotten. I close my eyes and relive it, every detail perfect.…
...and Answers
My heart stops. Maybe not literally, but it goddamn feels like it. I get a feeling in my gut. Not a good one; it’s like my insides have fallen out of me. It…
Voice
After a disorientating hooded walk through corridor after corridor, I’ve finally been bought to a stop. I hear hushed whispers between the multiple people…
Hooded
I’m in a car. The car is travelling at high speed. The road we are travelling along is full of tight corners, sudden twists and unexpected roadblocks. Fitting…
Ring-Ring
His fingers choked the bottles collar. Death grip applied, he chugged. As the overflow dribbled over his lips, he rested the bottle to his neck. Again, he…
Mistake
I immediately know I’ve made a terrible mistake. My heart skips a beat; a cold feeling in the pit of my stomach - a feeling that is both familiar and alien …