Tag: Hewitt

Fragility – 07

Thursday Jones bled. He forced himself to flip onto his back, his legs protesting with another wave of nauseating pain. He planted his hands in the earthy floor and pulled himself back against the bloodstained table – there was no use in spending energy and processing power on keeping himself level, when bracing himself was relatively easy. T-shirt. Uniform pants.… Read more →

34 – Blackout

The window exploded. By all the usual tropes, Stef should have seen everything in slow motion. The torturous bullet time where you were forced to see everything in horrific detail, unable to act. It wasn’t slow. It was over before she could even begin to process it. She coughed, and everything hurt. She fought for her mind to catch up… Read more →