Most of my happy high school memories surrounded my senior year, as I knew I’d be getting the heck out of town soon. I was a very happy person for the most part but felt the need to pretend to be miserable, as you should not listen to The Smiths and be well-adjusted. A
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The room was square and black, black like dead man lips. A door opens, piss yellow light snakes through. He follows, I can’t see his face. With his left hand he tugs the dangling chord, corpse cold. Sterile light drips from overhead. Underneath is a flimsy, rectangle table. With his right hand he places a
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2. Rayne peeked through her mess of blonde hair at her bloodshot blue eyes.  She hadn’t been feeling well at all today.  The blistering headache had forced her out of work for a second day in a row.  Not that it was going to be a big deal; who was going to work in this
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Epilogue It was too late already.  In a small wooded area, below the fall leaves, the air itself began to slowly thicken into a faint cellophane.  The coagulate spread out in a lethargic sheet towards the sky and crept unhurriedly towards the atmosphere, it’s edges curving in a wide arc to the south.  The initiating
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by Clay Byers One Hundred Sky Kings You are having your cards read. You receive “The Empress.” The card reader, Madam Adam, quietly gasps. Her Adam’s apple sweats gently as she emits a strange, nervous odor that resembles a boiled dog. “What…what is it?” I ask. “This…card. On its own this card is meaningless but
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A series of letters were discovered recently in a very big, very old building in downtown Greensboro, North Carolina. They have been sealed and stamped, but with no postmark. The paper seems new, although the piano the letters were found in was not moved since it was placed, sometime in the early 1900′s. From the
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