Memories are a funny thing, as a teenager I realized that I remembered a lot more stuff than my brother did about our childhood. When I grew older and started talking to my parents as an adult, I realized I remember a lot more then they do too. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm just special, or it's a quirk of my genetic make-up that I can store these things more efficiently. For me, my memories and my thought process are like the fountain at the restaurant my mother worked in when I ...
Episode 63 of The Dark InSpectre is now online, in which our hero does a ride-along in a junkie’s brain and learns that evil is afoot in his home town. Here’s an excerpt: They were all watching, expecting something. Tines was a little sad. He almost pitied Ricky. Reynolds was more curious, and Flacco didn’t give a crap. I kept far away from the familiar serene joy while Ricky soared, a part of me desperate to go along for the ride. But then everything started ...
Episode 62 of The Dark InSpectre is now online, in which our hero gets clean, the hard way. Here’s an excerpt: The hallucinations weren’t much fun either, things crawling all over me, faces leering at me, Phil, Mary, Claire. And Sam, which drove me into a fit of suicidal depression, but Hank in his wisdom had removed all sharp objects from the basement. There were others crowding in my head, Marcus Ames, Clark Haskell, some hood named Slats who I wasn’t sure I even knew. ...
Of Fire And Ice By Kristen Crawford Chapter Three The ride home was a wary one, though the conversations weren’t so much. We spent most of our time playing “I Spy” and talking about boys and listening to music on the radio, a mix of rock and Christmas songs, at times singing along. I stared ahead out my windshield, watching the light dusting of snow flurries hit the glass and listening to the squeaky swish-swish-swish of the wipers as they swayed side to side, keeping my ...
Of Fire And Ice By Kristen Crawford Chapter Two After coffee and returning to campus, I entered the building and headed up the stairs to my Animal Biology class. Yep. Animal lover. And I was hoping to become another zoologist of the future. Where would it take me? Local zoo? Park reserve? Alaska? Who knows. Like they say, ‘The sky’s the limit’. I stepped through the door finding the class already almost half full, some of the students ...
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