The Megalomania Machine

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

Leo Story

I never did like going to the grocery.

When I awoke, the darkness overwhelmed.

“So I have this theory…”

“So, tell me about this dream again.”

Detective Jax “Diamond Eye” Bishop couldn’t crack it. Not yet.

Back firmly against the fraying wood below the sill, Leonardo spun the chamber of his revolver with a snarl.

“‘Here there be monsters,’ they say… Aye, we’re beyond the edge ‘o the map we are.”

Snow fell in drifting gusts. The midday sun just reached the forest floor’s whitening blanket. Two men grunted toward a clearing.

From ashes to ashes, from the glowing dust off of stars, out of a daydream, back to a promised flesh. He’d returned.