Birthday – Part 4

From the Memoirs of Irwin Morrow Hissing and chittering droned through the tatters of the steel door at the far end of the corridor.  The solid metal had been torn and splayed outward into a jagged fluted edge.  A pungent, rotten egg odor seeped from the darkness beyond.  I clung to the concrete of theContinue reading “Birthday – Part 4”

Birthday – Part 3

From the Memoirs of Irwin Morrow Shrill and sharp as a scalpel, an inhuman scream sliced through the corridor from a torn steel door at the far end.  The door shook in the flickering shadows as though something heavy had been thrown against it from the other side.  There was another shriek in reply andContinue reading “Birthday – Part 3”

Birthday – Part 2

From the Memoirs of Irwin Morrow The rifle weighed in my hands with the palpable security of a child’s nightlight.  It felt a part of me, and my fingers crawled over it in a mindless way checking the release of the magazine, the movement of the charging handle, the set of the sights.  The symphonyContinue reading “Birthday – Part 2”

Birthday – Part 1

From the Memoirs of Irwin Morrow I was born at the age of thirty-three, cold and alone on a soiled floor.  The wet of industrial grade amniotic fluid coated my body and pooled around my huddled form filling my nose and mouth with its semi-sweet taste.  My body convulsed and hacked up thick mucus inContinue reading “Birthday – Part 1”

Tomb and Tome: Part 8

Grit, dirt, and a small amount of cat hair filled Behr’s mouth.  He coughed and spat and tried to get his arms and legs to move.  His body ached from where the blast had knocked him hard against the sandstone blocks of the corridor’s wall.  Blinking, the world eventually moved into focus to reveal AvaContinue reading “Tomb and Tome: Part 8”

Tomb and Tome: Part 7

With a sound like a biting crack forming all at once in a slab of ice, a jagged beam of white-blue shot from Ava’s extended finger.  All the heat drained from the air. The arcane words hung as a tiny white puff.  The resulting beam slammed into its target forming a patina of frost overContinue reading “Tomb and Tome: Part 7”

Tomb and Tome: Part 6

A deep hall stretched out before Behr and Dust.  Two arcades supported by thick square columns flanked the doorway and ran the length of the hall.  Between each of the columns, centered under the apex of the arch, a warrior, crafted from terracotta clay, held an ancient spear aloft in a rigid salute.  Tangled cobwebsContinue reading “Tomb and Tome: Part 6”

Tomb and Tome: Part 5

Caeldrim let out a long, slow whistle.  “Not what I was expecting,” murmured Ava.  The pair were standing in front of a sandstone edifice carved into the native rock of an expansive cavern and staring slack jawed up at its the ursin sigil on the tomb doors.  The doors stood ajar splitting the bear downContinue reading “Tomb and Tome: Part 5”

Tomb and Tome: Part 4

The idol spoke in a gravel voice that boomed down the long corridor splintering the silence like so much glass.  So aggressive was the statue’s commanding presence that the very stone trembled and the cobwebs above rippled.  Dislodged dust fell like snow.  Behr’s muscles tightened and he broke his gaze away from the idol longContinue reading “Tomb and Tome: Part 4”

Tomb and Tome: Part 3

“Wake up!” Ava’s golden eyes fluttered open to Caeldrim standing over her shaking her violently.  She was sprawled out on the hard cavern floor.  Groggily, she sat up and wiped a thin tendril of drool from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.  “What happened?” “It’s escaped, Ava,” said Caeldrim hoistingContinue reading “Tomb and Tome: Part 3”