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.
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.
As the young men stepped through the portal, Herald in close proximity behind them, they started to feel a true tingling sensation. A rush of anxiety and excitement was flooding them as they traversed throughout the unknown. Without warning, and as quickly as they had stepped into it, the two were dropped a couple of... Continue Reading →
A story of how the two friends from the daily prompts of Quarterstories begin their great adventure traversing through time and space.
A friend and I were musing in the backyard just the other day. The conversation leapt from girls to work, and eventually landed on the subject of vacation spots and the best places to go.
We were at the steps of a fictional place called Mordecai Manner. A large ensemble of people who had contributed to helping law enforcement, advanced in the field of medicine, and looked out for the overall well-being of others had made up the majority of the invitation list.
The bus was a hollow tin can with thirty or so little monsters running about, yipping and hooping. The driver's expression was as monotone as the whine of the engine. My friend was reading a magazine beside me, oblivious to the gremlins and the smell, god forbid the smell. "Tell me again why I had... Continue Reading →
Trying to contain his excitement and talk through a smile at the same time was only contorting his face into a manic nightmare for a moment. He composed himself and said, "Last month I finally saved enough money. I got it!"
"All rise," the judge said. "You may be seated, 'cept you two," he said, pointing at my friend and I. "Remain standing." I looked over at my friend, who hadn't moved past being asked to stand. "We really did it this time," I said.