"Well," mused Clint, "what about food?" Whispers echoed in the cave. The man in red ended them with a wave of his hand. He stepped forward and put his hand on Clint's shoulder. "What do you mean, 'food'?" asked the man in red. "Well, it's a necessity, like water, but less extreme. Easier to enact... Continue Reading →
Short Fiction: Mossy’s New Song
It was a hot August night in Osaka. Mossy, myself and the rest of the band were back at the hotel room. Normally after a gig the room would be an orgy of drinking, feasting, dancing, sword fights, amateur dental surgery, impromptu taxidermy and half-naked circus folk, more often than not resulting in the arrest... Continue Reading →