Gates of Eden, Part Eight

5/2/22 The neighbors being gone is actually a lot more helpful than I thought it would be. It wasn't till today that I realized I'd never seen much of Robinson's house. It's been so long since I been inside I can't remember much. Seem's like nothing's changed, though, except now it's Nate, Ted, and Elaina's…Read more Gates of Eden, Part Eight

The Gates of Eden, Part Seven

All the way to the horizon, the road was filled with cars. Rusted out, most had broken windows, some had crashed into the ones in front of them before they were abandoned. Skeletons of broken lives that had run until they had run out of gas...

The Gates of Eden, Part Six

Damn my wife is good.  Or maybe I just overestimated how cutthroat Al really is.  Or maybe I underestimated how cutthroat Anna really is... 

Gates of Eden, Part Five

What Anna said has been wheedling away at my brain for days now. 

The Gates of Eden, Part Four

I told Anna about Al's deal. I think that was a mistake. 

The Gates of Eden, Part Three

4/21/22 Casey and her group left today. Thought I’d feel better, but I’m anxious. Her husband, John, said something that’s been bugging me all day. “You know something, there’s a lot of people travelling the highways by foot up here. We tried to take a shortcut to get away from em, and ended up here.…Read more The Gates of Eden, Part Three

The Gates of Eden, Part Two

Everything feels like a threat now. Ever since Sheriff Brown came through here, I’ve been giving myself whiplash trying to follow every snapping twig, every rustling leaf, and every creaking tree

The Gates of Eden, Part One

I’m really only writing this because Anna said I’d go crazy out here if I didn’t. I don’t know, might just lose it anyway.

Leave Your Guns At Home, Part 4

Check out Part's 1, 2, and 3  Somewhere in the dead of the night, Ricksin began to win. Liquor flowed, and laughs followed, but soon both dried up as the other men realized how much money they were losing. As it began to be so late it was early, Ricksin possessed a considerable stack of…Read more Leave Your Guns At Home, Part 4

Leave Your Guns at Home Pt. 3

Baldy stared at the bottle in his hand for a minute, then grinned. “Quarter a hand, minimum ante, 3 rounds of betting.” The Bounty Hunter grinned back at Baldy, each stupidly grinning at the other’s misfortune. The barman watched them with a nervous eye, wondering if the four gold coins he’d pocketed were going to…Read more Leave Your Guns at Home Pt. 3