Mild Mannered: Issue #5

My hand instinctively grabs the remote and navigates to the next episode of “Doctor Magician, MD.” I pour myself a bowl of cereal, a late breakfast, as the credits play. Cliché items used in magic tricks are interspersed with medical tools and surgical equipment.

The Elysian: Fifth Dream

She raises a hand and snaps her fingers. In the flash of a cosmic loading screen, we’re in orbit around a familiar blue marble. The oceans gently move beneath me, as the cloud swirl over familiar continents. Somewhere on that planet is home. If I can’t find a way to get back in my body, I’ll have to remember this way back to this place.

Neon Noir: The Fifth Beat

“How was your nap, copper?” The thin one set his bucket upside down and sat on it. A little bit of the water dripped out under him. “Well, I woke up. Couldn’t have been all bad, I guess.”

Seeking Dusk: Part 5

Rand dropped his coat off at his apartment and met me at a diner he frequents. We sat in a booth near the back. While it’s unlikely anyone would purposefully listen in on our conversation, people who happen to overhear us talking of demons might get the wrong idea.

The Elysian: Fourth Dream

“I have to find Earth? Doesn’t that seem a little bit...” “Impossible? Of course,” Luna tells me. “But then you’ve pointed out all the impossible things you’ve seen today. Why…

Mild Mannered: Issue #4

I had been sitting on my couch for the last half a day, a blank sketchbook taunting me the entire time. Outside the window, the sun had set, reminding me of all the time I’ve wasted getting nothing done. Not one idea has come to me. I’ve got nothing. I’m a fraud. I’m a failure. I bet this never happens to real artists.

Seeking Dusk: Part 4

So, since the days of your ancestors, The Presence has guided people to crafting suitable humanoid figures for us to manipulate. You’re more than aware of them, but likely didn’t understand their true purpose. However, using these statues has become more and more difficult over the years. Humanity holds these in such high regard, we can’t just take them anymore. To help, Dr. Matthews has been special ordering components to make new ones. They’re cheaper than buying priceless art, but still difficult to come by.

Neon Noir: The Fourth Beat

As she moves throughout her morning ritual preparing the coffee, the notices a card out of the corner of her eye. It was plain. White. A series of numbers scribbled on the front. As her coffee brewed, Vash couldn’t keep her mind off it. When was the last time she dialed a phone number manually?