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[poeticghostlywillow]

Guilty!

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[mogseltof]

New Short Story!

New free to read story up on my Patreon! Beautiful art by 4thstate (http://patreon.com/4thstate), also found at @IrascorErgoSum! Click through to see more art Read “The Hungry Moon Hangs Heavy” for free here: https://patreon.com/posts/hungry-moon-35506137

[the-erickson-labrynthian]

Stories of Sabyn I: Officer Santamona Eelila (1)

(Here’s the new short story series I am starting, sort of a expansion upon the world in which my first book, Nathan and the Allex Cube, takes place. Part one today. I’ll try to get these parts out at a relatively decent pace, depending on my mood, of course. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy it, check out my other works, buy the full book, and all that. Anyways, here you go:)

Officer Santamona Eelila:

It was four in the morning. That was the least bothersome part. Any of the moon that was left in the sky, it didn’t care enough to fall inside the dim interrogation room. The only light within this place was the blue lamp supported up by a twisting metallic base Officer Eelila bent up and down as she awaited her target for the night. This light was only enough to create a glowing circle over the gray metal desk, one which Officer Eelila found herself just outside of. With it, she could see the dark outline of the empty chair in front of her, and the basic shape of the small square room. It was quiet, only a faint noise emitting from her squeaking chair as he leaned against it, along with her subtle, impatient breath.

But, despite the dreary, perhaps dead scenery all around her, it was not this darkness which purged her thoughts. No, she couldn’t care less where she did her job. Her mind focused on the shape of one man, who twisted her thoughts every second. His blackness was stronger than the night enveloping her. She chuckled under her breath at the poetic words she came up with to describe such a monster. It was stupid to romanticize his evil, and his actions. No real description fit the ass other than cockroach. Vermin. The kind of droppings that a rat would not only fester in, but eat as a last resort as it starved on the Sabyn streets. No, this man would be the droppings the rat made after eating it.

This rat had her up all night, now all morning, on another case. Not that she would be doing much other than sipping a cracked glass of wine on the back porch of her rat-infested apartment. It was one rat for another. Though, this rat had one point of credit to it, intelligence. Not blindly following the scent of cheese.  That’s why cockroach might’ve fit better. Cockroach or rat? Cockroach or rat? It was a hard debate for her.

A knock on the door disintegrated the silence. She lazily leaned her head over to the left, towards the door, and said, “Do you have him?”

“Why else would I be bothering you?”

“Don’t crack wise, Bureau, bring ‘em in.”

The grey door which blended into the shaded room opened with a loud screech, dragging against the floor due to its weak hinges. As it opened, two figures entered, one holding the other’s arms, which were locked in shackles. As they walked across her to the other seat, she glanced at their faces, weakly lit by the blue light.

Bureau was picking his nose. And he wondered why he was never promoted. He had on a blue jacket over his black uniform, covering the silver badge the two of them shared, as if he was hiding that he worked there, hoping he would be sent home if he pretended long enough. Like every rookie, he had a noticeable five o’clock shadow, stubble that only developed in the tired new guys who never knew when to get their rest in. It wasn’t his fault though, he got stuck with some tough cases. Even Eelila had her weaknesses this late.

He was a cute kid. His head was shaved, leaving less than an inch of his blond hair around. This opened space for his large, smooth forehead, and his green eyes, still full of life, even on a night this late, working overtime. Eelila sighed, she thought it was too bad he was too busy eyeing Officer Wilson. He was a looker, too.

The other man only made Bureau look better. He was twice Eelila’s age, at least, graying all around, from his hair to his patched gray beard. His wrinkled face was stuck in a glare as he smacked his lips for seemingly no purpose. Crusted debris was present all across his eyes, and even down the bags of them, caked onto his cheeks. Every time he smacked his lips she got a small glimpse at his teeth, or whatever was left of them. What a waste of a life…  

Bureau latched the man’s shackles onto a small chain on the table. He walked directly next to Eelila’s seat and asked, “Will that be all, Officer Eelila?” in his most adorable attempt to be professional.

“Yes, leave us alone, please. Tell Adams I’ll need some time.”

He nodded and walked out of the room with an authoritative stomp. Cute kid…

Once he was gone, she turned her attention to the slob in front of her. He said nothing, darting his eyes around the room and smacking his lips, every now and then trying to tug on his shackles, as if he would somehow wear them down.

“How was your morning?” She began.

“Piss off, wench!” He yelled through his phlegm filled throat, “I won’t say a thing to ‘ya! You’ve got a lot of nerve! I ain’t to say nothing without my attorney present. I have a right to one!”

“Heh,” She laughed, “And a right to a bullet in your brain. You wanna whine about silly bullshit like rights and humanity? You’re on the wrong planet. That’s what happens when you stowaway on a dump. A wasteland. You should’ve gotten out of here while you had the chance.”

He began to cough all over the table, “I ain’t sayin’ shit to ‘ya!”

“We just wiped the table down, could you stop spewing your insides all over it?”

“Let me go!”

“You want let out? Okay, how about off the planet? Right back to the place you ran from, so you can serve a life sentence. Then again, that's only a few days for a rotting corpse like you.”

Her threats made him hunch over and look at the surface of the table. She knew how to handle these vermin.

“Listen, I don’t give a damn about any of your petty drug and theft crimes. They aren’t my concerns. You aren’t on trial.”

He looked up at her, “What do you want then?”

She stopped leaning on her chair, forcing it to the ground in a slam. She put her arms over the desk, pushing her presence against the man and putting on the pressure she was so famous for. She cracked her neck and her knuckles, and cleared her throat (because she was nice enough not to talk with a mouth full of mucus).

“What do you want?” He repeated.

“Alright Mr…” She trailed off.

“Reigns…”

“Yes, Mr. Reigns, I need you to tell me everything you know about a man, no, a terrorist, known as William James Briggs.”

At that name, the name of that cockroach, she winced, and sighed.

It was going to be a long night…

[mrs-maximoff-barnes-smith]

Her avocado hues Her little lime lights, Descend into the subway, Though her spirit takes flight. Her denim embrace With a red flower face, Cascade toward the tunnels, As her worried make haste. Black adorns her ivory skin. No longer caring Whether or not, She fits in. Here she lies Under the concrete skies. With stars in her eyes, Her spirit slowly dies. Whispers in the air Paintings on the stair Fully submersed, Within the black angel's lair.

an evening poem by: Hope Aman

[poeticghostlywillow]

If you could go anywhere, where would you wish to go?

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