I took the westend bus towards my wit’s end, pulling through the rain and the broken lights. It’s...
We were running through the tunnel, flying over the rusty tracks in the darkness, out of the leviathanic cage, fleeing for our lives and pursuing The Unwavering Light at the end. We could hear the snakes slithering and crawling and stalking up the brick walls of the tunnel, hissing in undead tongues, whispering to look to the right or to the left, anywhere but straight ahead. Anywhere but straight ahead.
Have faith, let’s go, run hurry.
But the one beside me let his eyes slip, and he looked death in the eyes, and soon enough his feet were slipping too.
We ripped him from the tracks and kept going, closer and closer to The Light at the end of the tunnel, running with The Light right beside us all that time.
Want more? Check out some of these posts.
Westend Bus towards Wit’s End
Let’s hit the asphalt, run it to gravel, to dirt, to the open frontierlands at the edge of the...
The frame tilts on its side
The frame tilts on its side, all the way over and under the hills, through the woodlands, past the...
a short story I had just returned to my dusty corner on Ninth and Main, two floors up from the...
Take me in The Sienna
Take me in The Sienna, back to when we were kids and summer skies had nowhere to go but...
The One Who Stays
It’s all static on the radio and wavering connections on the television, but The Light cuts...
Hello is different.
No page numbers. No titles. No table of contents.
It’s a cultural commentary, a protest against the conventional wisdom, and a call for something more.