A Speaker for the Dark

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

Distress

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.

When I awoke, the darkness overwhelmed.

“So I have this theory…”

“So, tell me about this dream again.”

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.”