The Storm Within — Part One

“Thanks, Mark. We are reporting outside a possible murder-suicide on Perry Lane. An anonymous disturbance call was made for the residence behind us,” Karen Blane pivots only her body to the veil of lazy snowfall that wept over the crime scene inside the two story home, “at approximately 7:03 this evening. That was roughly three…

Nothing Personal

Carey squeezed the handle of the spray nozzle, blasting wet flakes of romaine from the chef knife. He watched the lettuce float away on a stream of frothy water disappear to the catch below the whirring dish machine. He placed the knife on the flat dish rack, right next to the green cutting board. “Green…

Going For Seconds

  Amy failed to gain the attention of the man who ambled towards the buffet tables. It wasn’t entirely her fault, either. Deft attention from her attempts to be heard and while the man traipsed onward with gluttonous lust. She could tell he heard her. His eyes, black specks under folds of cheeks, darted to…

Watch and Learn

Bill is a creator. He and a certain generation call memes, micro blogs, podcasts and nonsensical snippets modern forms of expression; new age art, if you must. The idea to target the wants of instant validation that caters short attention spans brought upon a thirst worse than a recovering alcoholic’s temptations to delve into the…

The Afternoon Shower

It was his shower, and he wanted it just so. The governor switch was disabled long ago and the shower head custom built for Kyle’s needs. A sharp sputter hissed as water began to surge like a high-pressured nozzle of a restaurant dishwasher; fast and efficient, ready to disinfect. He used the back of his…

Distracted Again

An hour lapsed since Subject 32 roused from underneath heavy blankets. His hunched body was on still on the bed, bent downwards with eyes glued to the pale blue light of his phone. “I don’t have the data in front of me but I think this is the furthest any subject has made it,” said one of…