Fiction and Travel.
A little different kind of post today. I've been focusing on Necromantic, so I haven't done much with the Countersink kids lately. I've been playing with different art mediums, as well. I've been doing more drawing, making videos, and mixing music. I used to feel like I had to choose one thing to be... Continue Reading →
Luis. That kid was a real firecracker. He had a way of setting people on fire and not because of his flame throwing contraptions—he could never actually set fire to anyone with those. Maybe Ashby, but surely no one else. No, it was something internal that set people off. Seventeen years old and already he’d... Continue Reading →
A/N: A Koichi scene. Warning, eye gore. (Igor?) I'm scared. Strapped in. The metal jaw clamp, thinly padded. Turn the knob. Once. Twice. It’s important not to move, they tell me. As if I don’t already know. As if I hadn’t helped them develop this procedure, this serum. It’s important to remain still, or... Continue Reading →
Interview with Aesculpius (Paul Cutley, patient no. 66) on the Experimental Summons, Innu Aesculpius was given parol for a day in order to sit down with the guest, Innu, for an hour. This experiment was conducted both to learn about Innu, and to learn more about the mental state and dependability of our patients, as... Continue Reading →
Paul was gone for a long time. Employees were starting to eye me. I pretended not to notice. I picked at the cold scraps on my plate. Where was he? I had read the papers through twice already. I had visited the restroom out of boredom four times. Maybe Sculptor had gone to Ginesbury’s house... Continue Reading →
We still hadn’t found Ashby, but we had found Ginesbury. Paul was in a frenzy, spinning around like a squirrel, preparing for his long-awaited revenge and I did my best to help. I was still concerned about Paul. As natural as he made his episodes sound, there was no world I could think of where... Continue Reading →
Someone walked through the door. I looked up—I looked up whenever anyone came in. Nervous habit. She had a backpack full of books and she was wearing a black t-shirt that said “Campus Security” in bold, white letters. She had a coffee in one hand and a sub sandwich in the other. I was pretty... Continue Reading →
The ultra-hero scene…well, it was never perfect, but it was good, you know? It was home. You fit there. You weren’t famous or targeted; you were just the kid of the friend who, by association, got adopted by all his parents’ friend. It’s Luis! Hey Luis! Whatcha been working on, buddy? Been helping mom in... Continue Reading →
The door to the shop slid open. I looked up from my work, quickly tucking my blueprints away. Lars stood in the doorway for a moment, illuminated against the darkness by the light inside the shop. “Here late again, are you?” he said. I nodded. “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d get some... Continue Reading →
The vision knocked the wind out of her, but then again, they always did. They sent her reeling backwards and she grabbed for something to hold onto so she wouldn’t slip. She knocked a row of shampoo bottles off the ledge. Like clockwork, Tawnee knocked on the bathroom door. “Jane?” “Yeah?” “You okay? Did you... Continue Reading →
Protagonized. 
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