A young man on the north end of town stops at the one and only red light before hitting the south bend. At the end of this bend he'll encounter another light before hitting a major highway. After this he'll be on his way and never look back at his hometown again.
Both of the young men awoke in a rather odd predicament. Edgar's eyes opened first, scanning the room in one solid motion, feeling the soft of cotton sheets underneath him, and hearing a metal on metal clink. When his head finally turned to the other side, he saw Mick in the adjacent hospital bed, the medical grade blankets to his hips and his torso wrapped in bandages.
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.