Tag: Thrillers

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.6 – Elevenses

I didn’t have much reason to hang around the dawning of Atlantis. So I cleared my mind and rejoined the expedition. “Is it elevenses already?” Sam inquired. “Huh?” “What’s with the teaball man?” “Oh..uh..I just had forgotten I’d put it in my pocket.” “That’s…

𓇽. The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.5 – Nullification 𓇽.

𓇽. 𓇽. 𓇽. 𓇽. 𓇽. “Well you’re certainly supposed to be dead.” “Am I?” “Yes.” “I am dead?” “Yes.” “And what are you?” “This again…” “Do you consider a period a sentence?” I was tired of being riddled by ghosts. “Well, sonny Jim I’ll…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.4 – Cameron

Stunned and speechless I wheeled around. How familiar. I knew this face. This face that smiled at me with thin lips. “Gr…grah..am?” I stuttered. The lanky tweed clad thing chuckled. “Hardly.” I just gawked. “That fool nephew of mine has gotten you into quite…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.3 – Marooned

It had taken some time to locate the third tree. As I burst through the canopy I saw that the balloon had stopped. The thing hovered over the thicket about a football-field away. ‘Shit.’ Had they seen me? How would they? There would be…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.1 – Rope

That’s not right. That tree wasn’t there. None of this was there. I’d looked down at the trail. I’d looked for only a few seconds. Schmidt was behind me. Lucas just ahead. The sounds of our over-encumbered out-sized expedition echoed all around. Now there…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.0 – Pop Quiz

“I see that the test went swimmingly.” Thornton’s corny dad joke landed dully in the comm tent. He ignored the silence and our high-res grimaces. “If these coordinates are to be believed you boys are less than a month’s trek from your destination.” We…

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,…