Archive for the ‘Serial Fiction’ Category:
Fennizwig Lilly (part 3)
Having lead a life of incredible privilege, Dalton Bennington was not accustomed to waiting. People waited on him, sure, all the time, but Benningtons did not wait on people. Yet [...]
Linen (part 3 – final)
This wasn’t what Harvey had signed up for.
He was in their bedroom now, tearing through His wife’s jewelry in search of something, anything, that might be able to protect him. [...]
Linen (part 2)
February 14, 1989 – Mr. Arnold Hobbes and Ms. Elaina Marie Crewson were joined in holy matrimony this past Wednesday at Eagle Rock Presbyterian Church in San Jose, California. Reverend [...]
Fennizwig Lilly (part 2)
The city of Rosedale Palm was the kind of place not even a cockroach would go to die. The cloud of pollution that engulfed its streets blotted out the sky [...]
Linen (part 1)
May 24, 1986 – A woman and an infant were found stabbed to death in their California home on Friday. The two were found wrapped tightly in bedsheets in the [...]
First Gate (part 4)
She was getting worse. Rubbing the bruise that had formed into a peculiar rounded spot – it branched out in rays like a warped sun – Yamamoto sat behind his [...]
Fennizwig Lilly (part 1)
She was fat. Too fat.
Dalton Bennington felt his body breakout in a cold sweat as he watched his girlfriend Margie scanning the crowded airport for him. He’d been dreading this [...]
First Gate (part 3)
“All right, Isabelle, bath time.”
Isabelle’s head didn’t move from its bowed position as the heavy door creaked and swung open. Petrov loomed in front of the freedom that the [...]
First Gate (part 2)
Charles Yamamoto, M.D., was usually a loner, even within the confines of his current stature in the hospital. He didn’t do well in board meetings, where he was forced to [...]
First Gate (part 1)
It was a sad case, really. Left here to rot by some frigid family, cornered in a room and given pills forcibly every day. No hope of ever being released [...]
The Color of the Sun (part 3)
I swear, if he does something—I don’t know what— but anything to make me crash this car, and then attempts to blame it on me… Samir could barely finish the somewhat paranoid thought; he had to grip the wheel to keep from shouting something he shouldn’t at the old man. For the last fifteen minutes, Matthews had sat next to him and scrutinized his every turn.
The Color of the Sun (part 2)
The three passengers in the car made for a comic picture, and Samir was very glad that no one else happened to pass by on the dark road that night. He was sitting in the back seat, where the girl Lily had impossibly entwined him in her arms. She must have still been in terrible pain; she was clutching his upper body so tightly that he had to struggle to take deep breaths, which were the only thing calming him at the moment.
The Color of the Sun (part 1)
The midnight world was shrouded in a mist the color of milk; it swirled and brushed against her cheeks as she was spirited away to the automobile. It was strange, she thought, that the night was not clear, after a bright day. She lazily reached out a finger to feel what appeared to be smooth, and drew it back in shock as she realized that it was like a cloud: it looked like a wad of cotton, but was composed of a million tiny little wet things.