Check everything… can your child get to that fixture? That breakable or heavy item? The zombie you keep chained in the backyard? My whole concept of consciousness was not right. I kept trying to wake up, but I felt like I was watching television and the signal kept coming in and out. God, I misse...
Alec stood in the street, holding his hand out for a cab, as Natalie huddled on the sidewalk, feeling the cold winter wind all the way into her very old bones. She watched him as a cab finally stopped. He leaned in the window and said something to the driver, then motioned...
Not counting, of course, the occasional piss break and fridge run. This after he’d sat outside of a Game Hut, in the pouring Seattle rain, for three days, waiting for the store to do their midnight opening and hand over the copy he’d reserved six months before. So he was almost ten days into his ...
Even when you want to. The Kid reminded me of Bart Simpson. He had blond hair that was probably once lovingly combed into place for school pictures by his mom, but apparently he’d been left to his own devices for a while now because it was currently spiked up from dirt and not enough personal gro...
What was visible was shocking. Even with ever-increasing werewolf strength, Alec had only been able to open the door about halfway due to the stuff crammed behind it (which Natalie couldn’t help but hope was not Blob’s body). Boxes, clothing, books, toys, all stacked from ...