Erik screamed out toward the thrall. He listened as the towering stems and pig weed broke under the incoming horde. The tentacled Groundling reached out, brushed his ankle. Erik turned, snapped a thick stalk from the ground. He threw the stalk at the mystery creature within the grass. A tentacle wrapped itself around the stalk…
Erik wiped sweat from his brow as the summer heat loomed over him. His hands trembled as he set the duffel down, though he didn’t need anything it. He released the pry-bar and let it fall the short distance to the ground. He shook off the anxiety, wishing he had a shot to medicate it…
“So what’s your plan?” Erik asked Rebecca, as they sat waiting for the mob of thrall to surround them. “First step is to not die.” Rebecca said. “Honestly… and I always try to be honest,” Erik promised. “I’m good with dying. I’ve lived long enough. You wanna stab me and run, do it.” “Liar!” Rebecca…
“Where the hell am I going to go,” Erik said to himself. Erik and a young girl, named Rebecca, walked alone within a sea of brainless thrall, stalled cars and tall grass. Erik carried a duffle bag, Rebecca a backpack. Ahead of them a few neglected buildings, behind those a forgotten city. High-rise buildings rotting…
Erik stood near a pale blue minivan. Its windows blacked out with dirt. He tried the driver’s side sliding door, but it was locked. A pair of tall, blond, thrall twins mill nearby. They blindly search for the source of the noise. The tinyist ‘chunk’, ‘chink’ or ‘ding’ sets them in — It’s a weird…
I’ve only done this a few times on this blog. Today is one of those times. I have been writing on this blog since 2011, around this time September…October. I have written thousands, maybe ten thousands of words. I’ve published maybe six short stories, no novels. It’s a rough stretch. The audience coming and going.…
Half a bottle Harold’s Dark Whiskey sat in the passenger seat. Having not expected to survive the night, Erik stirred. His eyelids felt too heavy to lift. A heavy thump shook him from his liquor-laden coma. Opening his eyes slightly, his vision blurred. He was barely able to make out the dust covered dashboard of…
“Jess… Jess,” a middle-aged man, dressed in a tie and brimmed hat, shouted as he rushed into the kitchen. “I need a drink to celebrate,” “Erik…” Jess, his wife, attempted to inteject, but Erik is far too excited to even acknowledge the look of concern on his wife’s face. “I have made a break through.…
“Doctor Adams!” shouts an intern soaked in blood, “something has gone terribly wrong.” Doctor Adams tosses a large cup of coffee into the sink of the break room and follows the intern out the door. They break into a run to quickly cover the distance between the break room and the exam room. “What happened,”…
So I have to draw the Jeep then something to add, plus the company logo, which happens to be a round headed logo 🙂 The other parts I’m still unsure about… a panda? Not sure