Wednesday, August 19, 2009
"I have so many different names." Responds the old man. "Been called many different things in every religion around the world. I am the proprietor of Hades, was once oarsman on the River Styx. In short, I am the end of all things. The one who old folks visit after Florida. I am Death!" Queue in the... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, August 17, 2009
The Courier, part 4
The oven to hell had opened. A waft of foul air seeps out with the taste of excrement. That unmistakable smell of death but worse, like a gigantic carcass that has been rotting for ages. "Over here." A calm voice calls. Seven five turns slowly, cautiously. A soft glow from a lamp can be seen atop a... Sign in to see full entry.
The Courier, part 3
Charon Street is an old street: crusted with pre-war brick warehouses and abandoned tenements. The gutter system here suffers from poor drainage; a small stream of stagnant water splits the road. An old dark street indeed; even in the light of full day the remnants of night eerily clings. He begins... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
The Courier, part 2
The sinking sun bloodies the western sky, scorching Manhattans glass skyline in a fiery light. Seven five races down Broadway against the oncoming night. The Bowery: an old warehouse town still shrouded for its reputation as a vagabonds rest. The dark had come. Homeless zombies aimlessly emerge from... Sign in to see full entry.
The Courier, part 1
"Seven Five come in Seven five, whats your twenty?" The dispatcher calls over the radio. "I just made the drop on Spring and Mercer, whats up Rob whatcha got?" asked the bike messenger. "I got a pick-up downtown. The customer specifically asked for you." "Asked for me?" he said in shock. "Well thats... Sign in to see full entry.