Category: Original Fiction Series

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.9 – Schulze

“Roderick!” Something wet and foul registered. “Roderick! …wake up….!” My hand closed round a cold roughness as I yanked it from my forehead. My eyes followed the motion panning left and to the floor. There lay a disgusting rag. “Wake up you sloppy drunk!…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.8 – Elect, Element, Eloquent, Eligible, Electrons

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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.7 – Conflagration

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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.6 – Syncretism?

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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.5 – The Good Divers Always Live

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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.4 – Huaca

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The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.3 – As Wicked as the Wicked

The whole place had a bizarre sort of sentience. We filed down a path lined with gnarled roots and dense vegetation. The smell of damp earth pervaded humid air. Fireflies lent mystic luminescence to the primeval scene. Every now and then bits of stone,…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.1 – The Roots are Thirsty

Lucas was even less thrilled about waking earlier than early. He stumbled to the spook tent with all the enthusiasm of a snail approaching salt. It took what would otherwise have been a comically epochal span of time to realize the gravity of the…