...and the world has turned around again. |
The door opened to the room that was as dark as a cave. The only light was coming from the monitors that consumed the far wall. They were in groups of four, each showing a different room in what appea...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 07:45:00 GMT |
We close our eyes... |
His head was about to explode and his groin was on fire. From the floor he listened to the doors of their jeep open and close, but he was paralized with pain. His was making a mewling sound as i...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 09:23:00 GMT |
Hindsight |
Turner thought, "Was that real? Why can’t I remember? The Eye must be messing with my head. I never had that conversation, and if I did why would I forget it?What work did I have to finish? ...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 11:28:00 GMT |
Sightlines |
"What are you doing here?" he said, his eyes trained only on the information on the cl...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 19:03:00 GMT |
Blinding |
Turner screamed. It was a strange gutteral keening he had never heard before, something he thought a human was incapable of making. He screamed until his throat was incapible of mak...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 13:25:00 GMT |
1 down many to go! |
It was a blustery day, the tempature was about 70 with a cool wind blowing from the north. I was on my way down Broadway, looking for a Virgin Megastor I had seen on an earlier trek. The traffic on th...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 13:17:00 GMT |
Wide open |
The phone rang. His first instinct was to ignore it, he had work to do. The eyeball must die, then she'll come back. He would get his life back and they will be happy. And what would that happiness co...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 14:18:00 GMT |
...and I get no privacy. |
What if...?
What if a knife could talk, what stories would they share? How many birthday's did it share? Thanksgiving turkeys? Did the knife share the joy and misery of the events, or did simply watch...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 23:28:00 GMT |
...somebody's watching me |
Turner screamed, his foot slipped from the toilet and he fell to the floor. He lay there for a moment taking inventory of any injuries. He seemed ok, he was covered in sweat and his breathing was shar...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Sep 2006 13:25:00 GMT |
I always feel like... |
Lt Turner Gleason sat on his couch. He wasn't watching his television; it was more an exercise in channel flipping. He had been in this position for two weeks. When his wife left, she took his small d...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 16:09:00 GMT |
