Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Ruins pt. 1

The city is a shell. Ruins.
Once it was thriving, full of life. 

Then those things came.
With dripping teeth, with soulless black eyes. 

They ripped away my life. They stole my family, my history, my everything. 

I hide now, from those things, those monsters, those demon beasts.

I hide in the shell of a building that once stood for greatness, for all that man had accomplished. 

Now it stood for all that man had lost. 

I, Ren John, am terrified. 

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Eye See You: Randy pt. 17

A middle-aged man sat in the corner of an empty, filthy room. 

There was one window, wide open.  A palm tree swayed in the distance. 

He wasn’t in Chicago. 

I was sure we were looking at Sam. 

The man looked at the camera, his eyes seeming to peer out of the screen at Luke and myself.

He lurched upwards.

Not forward, but upwards, propelled by some invisible force.
Quickly. Rapidly. Up, and up, and…
Crack. Drop. Thud.

His head slammed into the ceiling, his neck bending awkwardly. 

The odd, jagged bones that poked out, stretching and warping the skin, told us all we needed to know. 

Luke was at the top of the list.  

Monday, December 29, 2014

Letters from the Dead pt. 3

The second letter was at my house.
This one had been slipped under my door.

It was in the same kind of envelope as the last; plain and white.
It had a postmark on it.
It had been sent yesterday. 

There were only four words on it.

Do you remember our prom? 

Friday, December 26, 2014

Letters from the Dead pt. 2

I had seen the letter sitting on my desk when I had walked into my office.
It was hidden right behind the plaque that read my name, Felicia Williams, and my job title, Assistant Principle.

It came in a plain, white envelope.  There was a stamp, and even a postmark.

That postmark that was only two days old. 

It had to be a joke, right?
Someone had to know about Cherish, about what had happened to her.

My secretary was still watching me.
“There are students you need to meet with.  From the Wheaton Prep Prom Committee.”

Prom… Prom…
I had things to focus on. 
I crumpled up the letter and tossed it into the trashcan.

No time for jokes. 

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Eye See You: Randy pt. 16

Luke is older than me, but not by much. 

Late-twenties, maybe?

He looks like he was fit, once, but now his muscles have softened. 

His black hair is speckled with premature gray. 

Stress has aged him, but not enough to hide the small glimmer of youth. 

We walk for a while, both of us clutching hot cups of dark coffee. 

For a few minutes the subject turns to the mundane, the every day.  It was…


He smiled.  I laughed.

Then our phones vibrated.  

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Pom Pom Angel: Love Rescue pt. 22 (END OF ARC)

Regina sat on the couch, a blanket over her shoulders and a steaming cup of tea in front of her.  Gus’s roommate, Nando, was watching her with narrowed eyes. 

“So,” he nudged the tea towards her, “you’re a demon?”


“Tell me something,” Nando leaned forward, “are those wing nuts right? Am I going to hell because I’m gay?”

Regina laughed. That was one question she had never expected to hear. 

“How could anything to do with love send you to hell?” She picked up the tea and took a sip.  “Intentionally spend your life trying to hurt someone, yep.  Do your best to make life difficult for others just because they make you uncomfortable, sure. Falling in love with someone, not a chance.”

“I knew it!” Nando stood up. 

“So,” Regina glanced around the small apartment.  “Where am I supposed to sleep?”


“Well, I’m kind of connected to Gus, so…” Regina giggled at the look of horror spreading across Nando’s face.  “I’m just kidding. I have my own place up in Old Town.  Came with the body.”

She didn’t like humans, actually she hated them, but Nando was someone she found herself hating just a little less then the rest of humanity.  Of course, she still had to taint his best friend’s soul enough to send him spiraling into the pits of hell, and if Nando was collateral damage, then so be it, but it wasn’t personal.  It was just business. 


Missy found herself on the roof of Gus’s building, her legs dangling over the edge.  She watched the city around her, at the people rushing about, laughing, talking.  Even at night the city seemed so full of life.  A life that she would never get to experience.  Not as a human, at least.

She shook her head.  Her sour mood was carrying over from confrontation with early.  She didn’t like hearing that she had to share Gus, but when she had consulted with the Angelic Council, in that weird, dream like way that they preferred doing this, she was told that it was required. 

“For balance”, they had told her. 

Again, that was something she had wished they had informed her of earlier. 

“You haven’t changed back into your street clothes.” Gus was climbing up the fire escape towards her. 

“Guess I needed a little comfort.” Missy hugged her arms around herself, feeling the warmth of her cheerleading sweater.  It did bring her comfort.  It reminded her of a life she could barely remember. 

Gus sat down next to her.  “So, I should apologize.  I didn’t trust you earlier, and…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Missy waved way his comment.  “You’re new to all of this.  Hell, I’m new to all of this. It’ll take some getting used to.  You going to trust me from now on?”

“Yep.” Gus nodded.


They sat there in silence for a little while longer, watching the flickering lights of a city so big it seemed to vanish over the horizon. 

“Somewhere, out in that big sea of lights is the person I’m going to fall in love with.” Gus didn’t look at her as he spoke. “You being here is proof of that.”

“And starting tomorrow, we will start our search for real.” Missy patted him on his shoulder. “We’ll find her, and you both will help bring a little more light into a world that has been losing love.”

She smiled.  She believed it.  She really did.