Richard waddled through the shadows. He fumbled over some desks, burst through a glass window on accident, and slapped to the streets like a rag slathered with chunky mud. It was the third time that week. Richard wasn't the brightest. Or the strongest, or quickest. He was middle tier. Exactly middle tier. He was that …
Category: Middle of the Month
Tabula Rasa
My time alone became less and less about the loneliness. At first, I thought it would be the perfect venue to vent any frustrations or to, you know, just yell without feeling subconscious about others hearing me. Floating in space gave me that control within control thing I've been looking for. Drifting in space allowed …
Don’t Hurt the Babies
Not a lot of time. Never enough time. Roger vaulted over a fence, crashed through a pack of loose trash cans, and reached the end of the longest alleyway on the planet. If New York wasn't composed of people, it was nothing but a maze of buildings and businesses. At the end, Roger swiveled so …
