The windshield wipers beat out a slow and steady rhythm, trying in earnest to keep time to the 70s rock ballad that blared from the radio. A flash of blue appeared ahead and he instinctively slowed. … more →
Snictionsniction wrote 6 months ago: The windshield wipers beat out a slow and steady rhythm, trying in earnest to keep time to the 70s r … more →
sniction wrote 6 months ago: Chapter One I picked the wrong day to quit smoking I thought as I watched the masked man pace nervou … more →
sniction wrote 6 months ago: So you wanna play checkers? I guess so. Where’s the board? Inside. I’ll get it- hold o … more →
sniction wrote 6 months ago: Nothing makes much sense now- the heat and fear and spite envelop me like a wet cocoon, sickeningly … more →
sniction wrote 1 year ago: We should go swimming. Her eyes scanned the lake in front of them. That makes me remember when we we … more →
sniction wrote 1 year ago: Running out of time he thought, pushing through the crowds milling about on the sidewalk. Ten minut … more →
sniction wrote 1 year ago: One day ago, the police had arrived in their screaming vehicles and, guns drawn and search warrant i … more →
sniction wrote 1 year ago: C> Story Integration Initiation ……. Beginning Story Integration Initiation… [Fo … more →
sniction wrote 1 year ago: Chapter Two He fired twice, crumpling the silhouette on the roof. Anders hoped that the intermitten … more →
sniction wrote 1 year ago: The rain fell sporadically throughout the day, covering everything with a fine and constant sheen. … more →
sniction wrote 1 year ago: The truck pulled over to the side of the road, its tires crunching through the dying grass. The dri … more →
sniction wrote 1 year ago: Chapter One Somewhere north of Richmond, two men leaned against an older white van. I never trusted … more →
sniction wrote 1 year ago: The weather as it hits the landscape is an unfinished pencil sketch, faint and muted with smudges of … more →
sniction wrote 1 year ago: It wasn’t much, really, just an old barn in the middle of a field on the edge of town. As he glance … more →
sniction wrote 1 year ago: Chapter One There is a man on the rooftops above who wants to kill me, Anders thought, his eyes scan … more →
sniction wrote 1 year ago: Henry sat in the corner of a small bookstore, an outrageously overpriced pen dancing feverishly betw … more →
sniction wrote 1 year ago: The sun hung in the sky like a life-threatening blood clot, menacing and deep red. The warm waters o … more →
sniction wrote 1 year ago: He had been streaking through the flotsam and jetsam for as long as he could remember, hurtling past … more →
sniction wrote 1 year ago: A cigarette, por favor? When the stranger had first asked, the motley diction of the language had no … more →