The Night Is WaitingThe Night Is Waiting7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The true darkness! Professor Leary bellowed, pointer quaking. This is what I hope to uncover.
Its been done, Dale. No ones interested in the psychoanalytical ramblings about the Goth cretins that hang out on M street.
Dale Leary whirled and squinted down at his colleague as the last of the dejected sentence echoed off the auditorium walls. Frank Adler hitched his ankle up onto his knee, a sarcastic angle to his head.
That, dear Professor, is not what I refer to, Leary snapped, stalking away from the makeshift slide show he had prepared. You and I and every other academic know the difference between that and what I will seek to find. Im not speaking merely of psychological answers. I plan to incorporate the full scope of the human experience. Anthropological, theological, evolutionary biology and sociological aspects as a whole, as eyewitnesses coming together t