Table of Contents - (spoilers) read part 185 Pinch led the way from Gotthilf’s cottage, heading towards the trail up to North Ridge, back the way they had come. Peep followed close on his heels, with Knuckle and Choke right behind her. Dom took up the rear. Peep had now opted to have her Scythan … Continue reading The Children of Stron – part 186
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The Children of Stron – part 185
table of contents - (spoilers) read part 184 The squad of Choke, Peep, Knuckle, Pinch, and Dom were ready to go out when Barrelmender came to the barracks to take command of the men. The mission was pressing Gotthilf, the bowyer and fletcher, who still owed them some arrows. This would also serve as a … Continue reading The Children of Stron – part 185
The Children of Stron – part 184
table of contents - (spoilers) read part 183 Peep and Choke were sitting down in the small dining room of the barracks with mugs of burnt stugroot. They were there to discuss the evening meeting with the lumberjack couples three nights before. Choke was still looking flustered and bothered. “You doing alright, man?” Peep asked. … Continue reading The Children of Stron – part 184
Road Trip – part eleven
contents read part ten Ahab dozes. Jezebel at the wheel. Something about the car’s movement unsettles him. Too many stops and starts. Slowing. Turning. Accelerating. This is a town they’re driving in. He opens his eyes. Panics. Out the windshield, the City’s skyscrapers loom overhead like guillotine scaffolds. “Shhhhhh. Shh. Shh,” she soothes him, reaching … Continue reading Road Trip – part eleven
Road Trip – part ten
contents read part nine The fog lifts. Coming out of a blackout. He is on his knees. Toilet right in front of him. Violently sick. Spewing. Not normal puke, though. Deep red liquid splashes across his forearm and hand gripping the lip of the filthy toilet bowl. His heart leaps in panic. This much blood, … Continue reading Road Trip – part ten
Road Trip – part nine
contents read part eight He trudges up the road to the strip club. It’s behind the gasoline alley just off the freeway. Blacked out box in a big gravel lot. Big bright sign, though. Way up high to light the way from the freeway. Cowgirlz. Lap Dances. Buffet. Steve was right. It doesn’t open until … Continue reading Road Trip – part nine
Road Trip – part eight
contents read part seven The car is parked well back in a dirt lot behind an automotive repair shop. It’s a big lot. No shortage of real estate here. None of it worth having. The car is tucked away amongst dead cars and trucks slowly being stripped for parts. Rusting scrap. Smashed wrecks and broken-down … Continue reading Road Trip – part eight
Road Trip – part seven
contents read part six He walks down the road, heading east. In another man’s shoes. Some other hobo’s blown-out sneakers. They are just a bit too small. Not twenty minutes of walking and his toes are hurting. He hears the car pull up behind him. Knows the rumble of her motor better than he knows … Continue reading Road Trip – part seven
Road Trip – part six
contents read part five The abyss eventually recedes. With it being the abyss, there is no way to know how long that takes. In the abyss there is no time. There is no self. There is no point of reference to base anything on. There is only a void that becomes briefly perceptible as it … Continue reading Road Trip – part six
Road Trip – part five
contents read part four They drive on. She keeps turning around to stare out the back window. “We better get off the road for a bit. The cops are gonna be out on this soon. Probably,” she says. “Yes. Do you know a good spot?” he asks. She looks around for a second and snaps … Continue reading Road Trip – part five
Muse Vassal 