Risen

  Eric opened bloodshot eyes blearily, wincing as the bright overhead lights glared down at him. Twitching his gaze to the left he saw his arm, the muscles and tendons regenerating even as he watched. The sound of metal pinging against wood exploded inside his ears and he jolted up in reaction. Slowly he turned…

Jack’s Journal – Kill Me Cake

    Blah de fucking blah. I can’t believe these yammering drivel posts I’m getting from Doctor Lighthouse in regards to his involvement in the creation and disbursement of PC4. Boring. Jeez, you know this is what I get for trying to be a bridge between father and son. A fat nothing. You have to…

Lighthouse Diary – TreVine Pharmaceuticals

    2nd Log Year 2024, October 19th The Past   Setting my watch alarm for the optimal two minutes I brush my teeth counter clockwise before dressing in comfort according to the Occupational Safety and Health Administration guidelines. (OSHA for short.) Stepping through the doorway of the neutral toned bedroom and into the warmth…

The Diary Of Richard Lighthouse

  1st Log Year 2052, August 12th Present Day   Lighthouse – a beacon of safety in a time of stormy seas. I suppose that there’s some irony in there, if you search for it. Me, I think that I was exactly what the name suggests and did exactly as I was meant to. It…

Meeting Rose Cagel (Continued)

  Huffing from exertion, I glare at them fiercely from my undignified post-it holding position. Crumpling it secretly within my fist, I shove the post-it into the pocket of my blue jeans and smack the carving knife back onto the counter firmly with a curl of my lip for the two idiots still staring at…

Meeting Rose Cagel – Part 1

  Walking cautiously up the steps, I trail my hand along the red painted handrail and up to the porch, copper curls standing on end. Patiently I wait for Joe to unlock the big oak door, wishing nothing more but that it takes him all day. Finally, the lock clicks and I take Levi’s steady…

Poison Mushrooms

  A small trickle of a brook gurgled merrily through the forest about a half-mile back from the cabin. I dipped my bare feet into it gratefully and sighed. We’d been here four months now and already I missed the city. The call of the mosquito, spider web and trashcan-mating dance of the raccoon didn’t…

Jack’s Journal – Theft

  I smell her grief first, followed immediately by the tang of salty tears. Walking quietly through the brush of the trees, my mouth fills with the bitter burn of depressed B negative, my taste buds repulsed by the ginger of weak even as I salivate. I am as revolted by my own cravings as…

I Am John Zombie, Average Zombie Citizen

  I woke up in a rain gutter. Nineteen years old, I looked around blearily, wrinkling my nose at the stench of the trash littered in steaming piles all around me. Closing my eyes against the sting of blood that dripped down from a skull fractured I winced and the next thing I knew I…

Jack’s Journal – Lost In The Mountains

  Broke, bedraggled, and in increasingly desperate need of a toilet to pee in, Levi and I drive around North Carolina for hours, getting lost within the lush greenery of the mountains. I’d seen movies where people got out to pee next to the bushes on long road trips, but I was from Florida. We…