The following is a transcript of the Jane Heaster 9-1-1 emergency call to the Greenbrier County sheriff’s office. [Dispatch]: 9-1-1 what’s your emergency? [Jane]:There’s someone outside, standing- standing at my front door.[Dispatch]:Okay, ma’am, do you know this person? Is it a man or a woman?[Jane]:No, I don’t. And- a man, I think.[Dispatch]:Is he trying to … Continue reading 9-1-1 What’s Your Emergency?
The joy that swelled up within me on that day I first discovered the little green sprouting plant beneath my feet was matched only by the joy I felt on the following days when more of those same budding plants emerged near. Eight in total, and, curiously, they appeared to sprout along the path I … Continue reading Garden of Gnosis: 04 – Inrorobunda tuberosum
Forlorn days of nihility stretch beyond me, broken only by brief moments in time when I would briskly walk from the fountain to the King’s Foil, cupping a small amount of quickly draining water within my hands. I have since staved off the browning of death—but that is all. The browning does not seem to … Continue reading Garden of Gnosis: 03 – The Lull of the Lacuna
“It wasn’t him,” Cooper said matter-of-factly, methodically picking up the debris and rubble surrounding him—still wholly drenched but seemingly unbothered by this fact. “What do you mean, “It wasn’t him”?” Grendel asked dubiously. All three remained motionless, caught in a freeze-frame of mid-action, each still brandishing their weapons (or, in Connla’s case, her hands—which would … Continue reading Loot Mule: 06 – Articles of Agreement
“Half a year’s supply of ale pissed to the wind, an entire pier sitting at the bottom of the river, and enough splinters in my arse that I’ll be shitting planks for weeks!” Grendel was furiously pacing the tavern floor, kicking aside shards of broken glass and the partial remains of an exterior wall as … Continue reading Loot Mule: 05 – In a Bind
