“Almost there!” said the facetiousness of the grinning face. “Let’s start over again…” almost as if spoken from the true puppet master, Merlin. “And Tom? You are owned. Don’t forget.”Read More
“I know you saw something in the light, Tom. We all did. You can’t trust the words of a fucking maniac that tried to kill us—you have to trust what you saw.”
“Think, Lauren. Really think. Why would she tell me this otherwise?”
“To not remember!” Lauren inched closer to him, eyes blazing. He couldn’t look away from her if he tried. “If I remember Clarence at least, then she’s real to me.”Read More
“This. Is. Unreal.” Tom was awed at the things they found inside, and the group dispersed to collect whatever they could. There’d even be a few bags in there, marked with a symbol Tom and Lauren seen before.
Unwanted memories flashed before his eyes, Tom struggling to keep down what he saw. Zara’s demise, Lauren cutting through her wrists, and the writ of the symbols. He swore he could just kill himself from the things he no longer understood, and judging the way Lauren stared back, she may have caught on to a similar realization. There was a connection between all living things, while the dead were used as symbolism for further placement. The encoding and scripture only revealed a partial story of the island, and it must have been at least thousands of years old.
When the siblings’ eyes met, they knew they had something to discuss.Read More
Written by Andrada Costoiu (chapter two) and B.V. Stratton (chapter three), this joint chapter delves a little into the sibling’s past but questions still arise. Resigning himself to trust his “newfound” sister, they make a break to the other side of the island as a last minute escape (as Tom blew their original plan). Lauren is more resourceful than she looks, and all Tom wanted to know was the truth. What is the cost of learning it and would it be safe for him to know?
Though how unfortunate for the sibling iconoclasts that someone lurks in the shadows.Read More
Lauren let out a grunt into the dark cave, legs locking onto Artemis’s; her strength collapsed into the mutant who inhabited her space closely, soon fallen to the death of tenebrous nightfall.Read More
I have recently composed an intro soundtrack to the Identify podcast project I’ve been working on. For those that do not know, Identify is an ongoing novel collaboration project that delves into a mysterious island that has different uses for people.Read More
The first episode of the “Identify” podcast delves into chapter one–where it all starts for Tom and what truly waking up means. Actions have consequences as the more he is delved into conspiracy on the island, the more he is wanted.
Not having his memories and not knowing who to trust, he is weary and terrified. Along the way, he meets an unlikely stranger on the island who shows him that even beyond the surface, there’s more that itches from beneath.Read More
Lauren grit her teeth, trying to ignore Artemis. Of catastrophic darkness, she could see eyes watching her in motion. She sank into internal refuge as the shadows held the branches above them.Read More
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Isobelle was cold, but she was always cold these days so it didn’t matter. Nothing really mattered when you got to be her age, other than making sure no-one realised that you were three hundred and seventy nine years old. Thank hell she didn’t have to contend with the…
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And Au is back, one more time. I wont bore you with illnesses, apathy, headaches, and such things, only because Im doing early morning bird supply duty in a few minutes! For the Novel Collaboration “Identify” at Lucy’s Works This site is old enough for certain things to remain, old……
When Alan Patterson awoke, he found himself naked and bound with wire to a heavy wooden chair with duct tape sealing his mouth. His head throbbed. The night was hot and humid and sweat rolled down his forehead and into his eyes, blurring his vision. He blinked a few times to clear them. He noticed…Read More
Zara paced back and forth between the branches, curling her feet around the bark covered limbs. As quietly as she could, she watched the two below hurriedly dash about, covering their mechanical transport vehicle. How stupid, she thought. To think they went unseen on such an island as this. How easily she could take them out with her claws she pondered, but now was not the time to strike.Read More
Lauren’s long hair was waving in the wind, as they were getting further and further away from the house. The heat was scorching the earth, and clouds of dust were rising behind them. Their military Land Rover was bouncing up and down, and Tom wondered if they were going to be safe in this car with no doors and no roof.Read More
Again, the question plagues me, who am I? Who am I? Is there duality in the “I”?Read More
I tossed the orange file toward her and the woman stumbled, reaching for it. My stiff body launched itself at her. Her soft skin entered my calloused hands. I pulled. Hard.
Will she taste tender?Read More
I was breathing heavily. I fell on the ground. I couldn’t keep my eyes open but before I dozed off, I heard a large honk, something that sounded like a foghorn.Read More
Everything italicized is authentic 1920s American slang, including the title. Lightning split the sky over a secluded, Philadelphia country road. Autumnal sycamores and ironwoods embraced the winding route. Swollen with deep oranges and dirty yellows, they burst into glossy, earthen watercolors with each strobe of the darkness. A midnight blue, 1922 Ford Model T sits…Read More
“Give me the microchip. Easy, easy does it. Perfect!”Read More