In the valleys of the Pacific Northwest, where the mountains curl like sleeping giants and the forests hush even the wind, there lies a town mostly hidden from time. Resin Grove. Small, old, and tucked between shadowed trees and winding rivers, it isn’t the kind of place people move to—it’s the kind of place people are from. The town rests in a wide basin wh...
We were each on our third glass of wine. Outside the resin glow of sunset had transformed into an azure ambiance of evening. The bar had emptied of the shoppers and sightseers that had whispered and drank when we sat down and was now filling with hipsters and roguish couples, both western and Asian. There was a younger Middle Eastern looking gentleman who...
Here I am, sitting alone anxiously waiting for my date to arrive. I am working on my second dark beer, the cold glass touching gently to my lip as I let the thick dark heady resin roll over my tongue and into my throat. It eases my anxiety a bit, but not entirely - of course the feel of this hard wooden chair beneath my ass might have something to do with it...
"You listen to me, you colony farm boy fuck! You ain't shit, you hear?! This is the marine corps, and chivalry isn't gonna do shit for you here! Jackson here kicked your ass in this exercise because you went easy on her the whole time! Let me tell you, you should take that gentlemanly attitude and shove it, Taylor! When you are out there, in the middle of a...
Alicia carried herself warily through the black, chitinous corridors of the xenomorph hive with vigilance and caution. The blond-haired marine took deep, steady breaths as she passed through corridor after dark corridor. Her weapon was at the ready as her alert eyes scanned around for the skeleton-like, midnight black adversaries that inhabited the colony....
Mule How long had it been since he had been brought here? All sense of time came and went like the clouds that cluttered his mind and the ones that flew overhead in the sky. It was the drug -- the byproduct of a distilled bean resin that killed almost instantly, but assuredly. Knick a finger with a tainted knife, and if you cut off the arm soon enough you c...
It was one of those oppressive late summer days. One of those days that feels like one-hundred and ten degrees in the shade at seven in the morning. A day when you can't get cool even when you're naked in a bathtub overflowing with ice cubes. She groaned as she rolled gracelessly off of her liquid magma mattress and on to the mercifully cooler wood floor. He...
When Billy stepped inside the massive wall and gate he frowned since the differences between outside and in were wildly different. There was a different feel in the air as well since it almost seemed clearer and almost sweet as he inhaled to try and scent anything. Even with his enhances senses he assumed he had received from Satasha all he could really smel...
Author's note: Thanks to techsan for his "as good as it gets" editing. As for DG Hear … hey, thanks for making me feel like I'm a better writer than I am. A reminder that the author previously known as Dynamite Jack is now Jake Rivers. NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD I sat on the floor staring at the dying embers. The coals from the large fire I'd built...
For Lian. 'It is not enough that I succeed, everyone else must fail.' Genghis Khan. 'Be the change you want to see in the world.' Gandhi. ****** Cool air. He smelt damp and old stone, a little musty. Beneath it, fainter, the resinous smell of wood. "You alright, Jayden?" Gentle Irish lilt. "Yes, Father." He swallowed, nodded briefly, Father O'Connell...