As the boys both lay smiling amongst the waste that was left by the explosion, they felt triumphant. "Did you think that would have worked in the real world," Mick Asked. Edgar remained staring at the ceiling, "we're already one for one after the dud bomb. If someone were keeping score, I'd say we're up... Continue Reading →
What does it mean to take a moment and muse? First and foremost, I think it should be stated that it's all merely a matter of opinion. Considering I've spent a lot of time putting a platform together to share my own opinions and you, dear reader, are reading it out of your own free will, or at least I'd like to hope so, I think my opinion is warranted.
The door, having looked like an impregnable force only a short time ago, was now being ripped down the center. The visceral black mass looked as though it had formed an efficient saw and was now slicing through the door.
As the thudding persisted onward, so did Mickey and Edward. It was lucky for them that this lab in particular had been a sort of tightly lockable clean room, if only to house all of the notes for the experimentation; something pounded the door again, knocking loose debris from the ceiling.
The lab they found themselves in was equally as dark as the hallway, and it had an equally red light that was pulsating in the corner. Unlike the hallway, this room looked as if something had drained the water from it several times over, but the smell suggested that moss, mold, or perhaps both were... Continue Reading →
Edgar and Mick peered down the blackened hallway. The swelling walls emitted a dainty musk and a chilly feeling was steadily creeping up from the tiles, shimmering from a thick enough layer of water to make ripples. "Hey---uh, Herald," Edgar said with a small plea in his voice. "I know we're in the hospital, but... Continue Reading →
What's Herald bringing to he table for Ian & and Edgar? Who's the Creator, what is Herald curating, & and where the hell do all those doors go? Find out in today's issue for Into The Infinite.
The young man had started to believe it was no coincidence that the hanging hill was placed directly across town from the Baron's dwelling. The dwelling had been a heightened point of judicial inquiry, or, rather, corporal punishment until proven indistinguishable within your own eyes when given a mirror. This young man watched as the... Continue Reading →
Another moment taken to muse over something in life.