Month: August 2008

  • Echoes – Epilogue

    A gold-tipped cigarette sat in an old black Bakelite ashtray. The trail of smoke gentle rose to the ceiling. Fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered. The room had no windows, with cinder block walls painted a dull military grey. A man, dressed in black sat at the table at the centre of the room, with his…

  • The Slip

    The hospital walls are bleached white, so much so it almost hurts the eyes. The chessboard-tiled floor is slick with dark blood. From around the corner a guard flies through the air, slowly, as if time has been turned down. Blood pours out from the guards wounds as he pinwheels through air. Crashing into the…

  • Moloch

    The storm had finally stopped when I left the tunnels. The black clouds remained overhead and all around me. The water below, all of it was oily and slick. I sat in the small boat as the looming dark shape of the Incinerator towered over me. The entire place was once used to power the…

  • Weekend in Leviathan

    After several hours of driving, Philé Stein and I had arrived in the City of Leviathan. Our purpose was to see and hear a band called Sigur Ros. The drive was largely uneventful, I blacked out on occasions, from a lack of sleep. The steady rhythm of a well-tuned car will do that. Unless I’m…

  • The River Lethe

    The tunnels are still filled with black and ichorous water that churns constantly. Using the torch strapped to the shotgun for light, I move through the maze of tunnels trying to find the marks I painted on the wall to help me find my way out of this place. Was it left or right? The…