I stepped out of the shower, snagging my towel off the rack and drying off. I scrubbed my hair in the towel and armed the steam off the mirror. For a moment, I was looking myself in the face, pale, sharp-featured, green eyes dull with sleep deprivation, and then my reflection’s eyes ran black. The [...]
You’re probably thinking to yourself, “Wait, wasn’t chapter three last week?” Well, yes, it was, except, frankly, it stunk the place up, and I can do better. So, here’s the “revised” chapter three, new and improved. Enjoy.
– Java
Somewhere, a bird twittered, and further on, I could hear traffic, the busy life flow of Detroit. Here [...]
You would think that the biggest problem with killing someone is body disposal. Not so. Unless you’re connected to the person you kill somehow — you know them, or have an obvious motive — you can pretty much leave the corpse lay. Someone else will inevitably come along and clean it up for you. Handy, [...]
t took me an hour and a half to get home, because I took the scenic route, out to the boonies through Romulus and back into Detroit, to Highland Park, just in case my stubborn Irish friend decided to try to tail me. I wasn’t sure the long, bass-ackwards trip would stop him, but I [...]
elcome to the first page of the rest of my novel. I’m in the process of crowbarring this thing out of my head, and, as an incentive to myself to just quit fucking with it and write it, we’ll be playing the post as I go game. So, new chapter every Friday.
Category-wise, I guess this [...]
t’s that time again. We took a bit of time off to ruminate, but we’ve got new entries over at the Carnival, now, and it’s good stuff.
The Good Doctor fights back against intermittent Internet access to bring us Slidescope, a catch-up post detailing the events between Becky and Dr. Celestine in his trailer.
EARLIER
Becky’s gown was [...]
woke up yesterday morning, threw on some jeans and a shirt and my ball cap, lassoed Jazz with the leash. I led her outside, listening to the automatically-locking door behind me close. At the exact same time the door clunked shut with impenetrable finality, I realized I hadn’t grabbed my keys. I turned to [...]
usy, Busy, Busy. Oh, and Some Tears — Mr. James
Eva ran back to the trailer she shared with Becky and slammed the door shut. She threw the deadbolt, too, and gasped in the hot, dark space inside. Sunbeams filtered through the gingham curtains Becky had hung, dust motes adrift in the light looking beautiful and [...]
he Carnival’s been getting busy again. When we last left our intrepid adventurers, we’d just finished Tales of Delgato, Alice had been in a fight with Tiffany and Ania, Todd the Apocalypse had crash-landed in the Carnival’s underside while Duxtor the Scribe learned of the Sinister Saint, Thunk got a new arm, Becky [...]
ednesday, I got up at the gawdawful early hour of 6:30 am to join VC and Missa in delivering the Squatch to MrJames for a week-long visit. We drove him down to Detroit to the airport and dropped him off to his plane. We skipped taking I-75 due to the odious levels of construction and [...]
