Tag: Adventure

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 8.2 – Sigil

    We continued as if a trail of corpses wasn’t piling in our wake. Thornton’s fatal call never came. Stateside communication was as mundane and technical as ever. Was there some glitch that made ‘Langley’ miss the HAG – I log? Our minds…

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…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.0 – Night Ops

‘As if we had a choice.’ I mused to myself as dawn tickled its way up my hammock pegs. The haze of sleep dissipated slowly. I wanted to lay there and sway forever in the sticky morn. My wish would not be granted. Cooks…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 7.9 – The Arch-Druid

The satellite view was deceptive. Google maps reveals an impressive looking patchwork of highways in the Mato Grosso and all throughout Brazil. Labeled with such bureaucratically soporific appellations as MT 101. Yet, these thin lines stretching like gossamer serpents to overgrown pioneer towns were…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 7.8 – Babylon Ex-Nihilo?

Ah, the rain…it was after all a rain-forest. Though we were careful to embark during a season that was dry relatively speaking…the problem was that we were speaking relatively. We were coping… swimmingly. That is we were in essence swimming. Though everything was waterproofed…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 7.7 – Anarchy

In an era when Brooklyn dentists go on Safari, I suppose that even our mad expedition was doomed to be tainted with training wheels. I lost my coffee buzz at the same moment that I watched a bright glint arc its way over our…