Failure, why did you even try? He’s probably dead, and it’s all your fault. It isn’t my fault, it isn’t my responsibility, I did the best I could, it isn’t my responsibility. You don’t actually believe that, do you? You piece of shit. It was dark. Gram’s eyes were closed. Laying restlessly in bed. The… Continue reading XVIII Gram
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XVII Malcolm
Sitting in his well-appointed office, Malcolm found himself in a break between meetings. He pulled out the folder on his hunt for Marco. He had disappeared, but by all accounts, he was just your typical lower city thug, which meant one thing—he was at a hunted “shelter,” glorified feeding pens. As a shelter, you could… Continue reading XVII Malcolm
XVI Alex
Looking over the railing, Marco could feel the wind on his face. Funny, looking down at everything from up there. Those little square patches where people lived and died, fucked and cried, it all seemed silly. Feeling a soft warmth squeezing his arm, he looked over at his companion and decided he liked that view… Continue reading XVI Alex
XIII Gram XIV Marco and Luna
Gram stood in front of the door. It had been a week since he had left an inebriated Marco to sleep it off. It was after work, and he had hoped by now Marco’s daily revelry would have calmed down, at least enough for him to remember a single bloody conversation. He knocked at the… Continue reading XIII Gram XIV Marco and Luna
IX Malcolm
Malcolm watched out the window of the carriage as the gas lamps that lined the streets began to be lit, illuminating the city with cones of warm light. Upper Elysia was kept immaculate by the small army of guarantee workers in grey robes. They kept their heads low, scrubbing at masonry and picking up cigarette… Continue reading IX Malcolm
The Little Red Dragon
There was once a little red dragon with a little spiky black tail He was born with a belly full of fire that could melt a steel rail Everywhere he went it was hard not to feel That what was really lacking were a few things on fire Melted, charred, maybe a small pyre But… Continue reading The Little Red Dragon
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