Crux

“How can one live in such anxiety, knowing their vulnerabilities are out there…

Portraits

Beau stood in the center of the gallery like a towering panopticon, a radial agent of eyes upon the fruits of the artistic labors about her.

He thought of his thinking, predicted his predictions, and quantified the qualities of his planned plans.

Stepping into the chaotic circle of sound and fury to try and find her, Rafael looked to the heavens and prayed for their protection.

This was it. The big one. A new beginning, or an end to the whole game…

Marc and Erin had not yet made it to the clearing. They were beginning to doubt they ever would.

Through the winding, forceless chasms of the outer void, a beacon chimed its detectable pulses without end, without expectation of a return.

One way or another, Beto didn’t feel like drawing his sword today.

Sometimes I am a persona. Other times, I’m poison.

I never did like going to the grocery.