I don’t know why I confided in her. I guess it wasn’t anything important. There was no way this was a breach of security. Who cares if she knew about Sam’s vision. High ranking academics like Cook and Bohm were of course… Continue Reading “The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 6.15 – The Wizard’s Nod”
Two days to departure and I watched Graham like a hawk. There was something that I couldn’t place. Yes, by now it’s well established to the point of tedium that he was decidedly freaky. But there was a fresh aura of mischief about him… Continue Reading “The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 6.14 – Situations”
“Well that there along the side…you see it…the sort of interlocking thing…yes…” I said running my finger along the edge. “That is the tree of life – the world tree…” “Like in the Bible.” “Somewhat..though this is a Yakut story likely… Continue Reading “She Sells Seahells – Part IV – Solomon’s Gift (Original Story)”
“It’s done!” “And well that it is…” I said as I shoveled the last bit of earth over the fragments of that shattered stone. I gazed at Jones. His lip was aquiver. It was odd to see such a tall man so contorted… Continue Reading “The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 6.13 – Stiff Upper Lip”
It’ll be as a slow eternal drip of ‘you’re a piece of shit’ until you too die among your own waste in a hospital bed attended by bored and surly interns. So I found a sick mouse. It appeared to be an… Continue Reading “Of Mice and Pontiffs”
I found it amusing that only a few of even my own group understood my reference. There is something of inevitability in the unfolding of history. I do not believe in predestination and in fact count it as a blasphemy. There are however… Continue Reading “The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 6.12 – ‘Shot a Man in Rio’”
Hammin up a jam for giggles. A bit of an experiment of what I could come up with before an earl shift. The beginning reminds me of some Opeth song…not trying to plagiarize just kinda a d major shape thing that sounds cool.
The Berber sat as silent as the grave. He raised his turbaned head and regarded me with a detached curiosity. Our guest had gotten the best accommodation. Death was reluctantly indebted to the Mohammedans. It was the galley of some Suleiman fellow that had… Continue Reading “She Sells Seahells – Part III – (Original Story)”