Eaten Alive: A Love StoryorWorship in a Burning Temple Sometimes I make the ‘finger guns’ gesture with my hands and put them under my chin and pretend to pull the triggers, then put my fingers above my head and ‘flick’ them like its my brains blasting out of the top of my skull, complete with … Continue reading Eaten Alive: A Love Story

“So a Duty rookie hires a down-on-his-luck Merc to help capture this Freedom guy who keeps stealing from their base at night. They search for clues, discover his tracks, and follow them all the way to Zaton, the middle of bumfuck nowhere. By the fifth day of searching, they’re tired, nearly out of supplies, and … Continue reading Zone Stories 1

Down the road, where two convergeupon a corner, one will learnthat herein lies old Georgie Peter:honest-to-goodness Shadow-Eater. Georgie Peter wears with pridehis pallid locks wherein residea tangled mess of blacks and greysin which one could get lost for days.Look just below that mess of hair–the quickest glance, if you should dare–and find a pair of … Continue reading Georgie Peter: Shadow Eater

*Radio click, then clothing rustles; a chair creaks; a cigarette crackles, then a heavy exhale* Hey folks, it’s Jack. Welcome back to, uh, well, I’m not sure what to call this. Some folks here are calling it Space Stories or Salvage Stories with Jack, which is fine—I’ve heard Spacing Out with Jack, which I think … Continue reading Salvage Stories 2

*Burst of static, followed by sounds of shuffling and a man grunting. His voice is whiskey-dark but gentle with a slow drawl* Alright, is this working now? I’ll take it from the red light that it is. Ain’t used citizens’ band radio much, not for anything but listening, but a friend of mine said you … Continue reading Salvage Stories 1