#amwriting: story-in-progress “The Mark”

“Come with us, we’ll show you,” says the shorter man.

“I don’t trust you, I don’t know you. Why should I go with you?”

“Sometimes,” says the taller of the men, coming up to him with a slight air of menace, “sometimes you just have to get out.”

“That’s right,” says his companion. “Get out.”

P.S. #everlark

Because dystopia is everything.

Stay tuned.

Laundry Day: Looking Out the Window

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Bush Street, San Francisco: Last Day of January 2017

#amwriting: They Came Out of the Mist

Took a nap on the train. Jolted awake somewhere past San Bruno (saw the sign for Artichoke Joe’s Casino). Grabbed pen and journal. Wrote:

“They came out of the mist. We heard nothing, not even the sound of horses neighing. Battle was joined immediately. We barely had time to raise our swords. I saw nothing — only what was directly in front of me. The face of my enemy, contorted by a mix of disgust and rage.”

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.