Fowl Moon

Mrs. Fullerman jolted awake. “Henry,” she gasped, furiously jostling her sleeping husband. Her gnarled fingers curled like talons into his shoulder. “Henry!”             He grunted, rolling back just enough to glare at her out of the corner of his eye. “What is it, Winnie?”             “I heard something! There’s something outside! In the chicken coop!”...

On Muses

"The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over." - Hunter S. Thompson A chill washed over him, like icy fingers dancing their way up and down his spine, followed by a sudden emptiness. It was like...

The Vigil

“In nomine Patri, et Fili, et Spiritu Sancti – “ The candles on the altar flickered and went out. No breeze, no gust of wind, no outside interference of any kind. Just like that, out. A heavy darkness blanketed the chapel, leaving the praying priest clutching his rosary in what now seemed like a stagnant...

The Last Dragon

I have forgotten my name. It was among the first stirrings of wakefulness that I heard it, felt it, a resonance within my being, and at its utterance I came to be. I was awakened then, before I was, from a dreamless eternal slumber by a whisper, a voice in the swirlings of Chaos, a...

Heartless

He pulled skin and muscle aside, his fingers finding the bone beneath as they tore their way through flesh. Working his fingers between the tight spaces, tendons and cartilage popped and snapped as it released from the ribs, which in turn creaked and groaned before finally breaking. He could feel the bone bend and fracture,...