(Day 48) The Art of Shadowing a Lion
The car smelled of smoke and unwashed bodies. The stakeout had gone on too long, but neither one of the men were willing to lay aside and go home. The driver…
(Day 47) Mental Liquidation
“Thank you,” I say as I stand smoothly out of my chair. The weight of ceiling starts to make the structure we’re in groan as I bring my attention upwards. I…
(Day 43) Mental Anguish
Every atom in this room vibrates with a frequency I can hear. You know how when you enter a room with something on (say a TV, a unstable florescent light…