They all sat there pondering, the couch was full with Charlie and Gomez, and Sandra sat near to Melvin and Grace in the chairs scattered around the room. Those who were the culprits didn’t even know how, let alone a thought as to when, they were going to solve such questions. Jack had been using the electricity without visible stopping point, television and porno blaring, but mostly at a softer volume. Lonny had been playing guitar day and night, and visibly shaking windows with rabid guitar licks all night. The only other two not there to profess in their defense. The only ones who didn’t seem guilty were the kids, but how could they be guilty, they were only kids. As such, they were sent away without any hesitation, and the two of them trudged up the stairs to …
a serial killer finds his way inside the home of two young boys who are faced with this most dangerous situation.
a place unlike any other. in the face of such adversities as sobriety and the lack thereof, a man travels inside his own mind only to find that he is not the same person that he went in as, but there is no hint of a way back.
a motorcycle rides through the desert, the destination is a desolate hole in the map, and there someone is going to die.
the world is a vicious place, and few inhabitants within in its vicious cycle realize this. not those of the new religion, nor the people looking for safety, and certainly not the political mad dogs sitting in their ivory towers bending the strings of humanity. all are prey.
love in a laundromat where two people decide to share something about themselves, and choose to face an uncertain fate in the darkness of All Hallows Eve, with monsters and demons everywhere to tempt that fate.
