Category Archives: 08. Metamorphosis
Scouts
The old cowboy glanced up across the campfire and darted his eyes between the boys. “Shouldn’t you boys be wearin’ uniforms, and comin’ by the dozen? Sam and Armen looked at each other quickly for a clue, then both turned to the old man. Armen started, “No sir. How can we come by the dozen [...]
At the Observatory
The scent of rotting meat accented the aroma of honey suckle. An open jar of hamburger sat slowly browning in the Valley heat. The tilting wingspans of the three vultures cycled ‘round like the blades of a ceiling fan against a high, blue ceiling. Around and around, as though they were chained together like ponies [...]
Passtimes
The scrolling text on the TV screen announced yet another closure for their school. After breakfast, Cindy returned to her room and grabbed her bow and quiver. She waded quickly through the fog to the back lot, and stepped and stumbled across the lumps and furrows of the recently ploughed soil. Once she’d arrived at [...]
The Ferryman
His body was scarred red with severe burns. A tangle of short black hairs carpeted his brow. His scarred scalp was bald, except for the occasional stray hair. Between his small but piercing eyes protruded a hard, hooked beak. His eyes were not blue, green, or brown, but an orange-red, like his skin, but brighter—luminescent, [...]