instant stories


I don’t remember coming here. Last thing I remember I was going up my basement steps, after putting in a load of laundry. I felt a twinge, I remember seeing my foot at a strange angle, the lights went out. Then I was here. (more…)

Level Seventeen was where I met her, in one of the enormous buildings off the street. I’d been there a few days, ducking in away from the gunfire and mayhem on the streets. Bodies lined the steps that I climbed to the front door, some dismembered and still, others writhing. Blood slickened the steps and made my climb precarious. I put my heel into the open, wailing mouth of a wounded soul for better traction. (more…)

It was a natural progression, I suppose.I quit going out because I would always see somebody I didn’t like. Each time I saw somebody I didn’t like in some place, I would never return there.Pretty soon there was no place left to go. (more…)

Whatever happened to NOVL Cub?Does anyone remember NOVL Cub? NOVL Gent? NOVL Moneeq? NOVL InRedShoes? (more…)