A Man Reborn"Go."A Man Reborn2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Somewhere, Lysanna clawed at the shards of mirror, using the last of her strength to send the message. The words came to Tal'shen as needling pain, piercing her mind. "Forget them," her mother said. "Go now and do as I've created you to do!"
Tal'shen felt her mother die. It did not matter. There was no feeling of attachment; only the drive to carry out her purpose. Growing still, her monstrous form filled the room. She shot two massive tentacles upwards, rending a large hole in the ceiling. Outside, she blinked in the fog. London, that was the name of this city, wasn't it? A good a place as any to begin.
Inside, Maya coughed back the bits of dust and plaster. "Paul," she breathed, wincing at the mass of flesh Tal'shen had left in her wake. She went to him, gasping at his flayed carcass, nothing more than quivering bits of meat and bone. She closed her eyes. One chance.
The Color of DarknessSara hated travel hated the journey, the movement. Perhaps the wandering of her spirit gave rise to the complacency of her body. Still, the necessity for travel was inescapable.The Color of Darkness2 years ago in Writing More Like This
Sweating through a fog of Xanax and Ambien, her hair damp piled and disheveled like heaps of autumn leaves tumbled in ringlets against her cadaverous skin. Her eyes, sharpened by deep shadows, were a tumult of color Indigo. Vermilion. Rust. Mahogany.
Her beauty was cruelly deceptive perverted by time and corrupted by desire. Her perfume was the sweet smell of jasmine and acetylene undercut by the scent of flop sweat and malice an odor that went unnoticed as she walked through the terminal at Heathrow.
They were waiting for her. Their fear was palpable.
"Where is the child?" Sara asked in her heavily accented but inscrutable voice.
"Lost...on the Underground." the man shifted his hands near his wais