Once he arrives you'll find it hard to escapewhat's yours to see with is his to take Driven by vengeance, anger and hate Bright Bo will kill all those who quake. They call him Bright Bo. There's no rhyme or reason to the people he chooses. You just have to be unlucky enough to switch … Continue reading Bright Bo
The second a meglomaniac is put in charge of artificial intelligence is the second everyone should know that the endeavor is doomed. Unfortunately, people didn't know. Now here we are. On the brink of annihilation, from, of all things, tiny plastic bricks that click together to help you get creative. At some point you have … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Bricks
Unlike others in her predicament, when she was ashes she would most certainly rise again. The pain was dull. Nothing she couldn't handle. Nothing she hadn't had before. Nothing compared to what the others felt. Innocent of crimes no more heinous than owning a womb. The Watchers could pay with nightmares she would give them. … Continue reading Flash Fiction; What A Lovely Way To Burn
One, two, three punches to the stomach and slam straight into a brick wall that crumbled behind Mysteroso’s head. At last she had him, pinned against the wall life slowly being choked from him. Slender fingers turning white with the pressure as they crushed windpipe, nerves and muscle together.....
George, By the time you read this I’ll probably be gone. I’ve been compromised.
I started doing some research and I found what I actually enjoy writing are vignettes. Extracts and moments in time from something that could potentially be a much larger work, should one choose to expand on it.