“He lives,” Nessa said. She tried to make her voice ominous and dreadful, but failed. Joy threaded every note and fiber of that voice and face of hers. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 7”
Thomas stepped outside onto the porch to meet Lisha in the dooryard. It appeared as though she had walked here. Quite the walk from town in either direction on this road, but she didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Dressed in a pair of hiking boots, a sturdy jeans, and a light sweater she looked ready to hike a few more miles. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 6”
Celeste offered to let Thomas and Rhae live at her place, but they declined. It was simply too much for him right now. There were too many questions and he had too much to think about. In way he felt as though his mother wanted to shelter him and let him forget it all if that’s what he wished. And wish it he did. A part of him did wish in the deepest core of his heart to run away and forget it all. Yet something called to him the way flames beckon moths. He had pieces of something that only partially fit and it would seem that his family was a part of it all for some reason. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 5”
Galen’s truck ambled along in the dark as he drove out of town. Due to his height it had been modified to accommodate his limitations. The gas and brakes were controlled by hand much like one would for a motorcycle. Thomas felt it was somewhat complicated with a wheel for steering, but at least cruise control simplified things. It was only a fifteen minute drive going the speed limit, but it felt like forever to him. No one spoke as they drove by the numerous trees. Thomas welcomed the change from the endless hot dirt and rocks. After a few more turns, Lynnette’s farm style house came into view. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 4”
It was high noon before they finally found the pile of dry brush that Thomas hid his motorcycle in. Thomas was tired and by then his mood had grown darker than Rhae’s typically was. He ripped the brush free from his motorcycle with grunts and growls until sweat dripped from his hairline. Panting, he rolled the motorcycle out to the dirt road and dropped the kickstand. Rolling her eyes, Rhae found herself a large rock to sit on while he tinkered with knobs and switches on the bike he had modified it with. Various lights flickered to life throughout the machine. It was going to be awhile before they got home. The heat from the sun and the rock had almost lulled her to a comfortable sleep while she waited.
Thomas strapped on his belts for his gear and his gun holster. He pulled on his trench coat as Rhae geared up as well. An eerie keening pealed over the town’s bells. Both Rhae and Thomas paused before they rushed out of the saloon with weapons drawn. Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 2”
“The only mercy you’ll get is a bullet from my gun,” Thomas said, looming over his target, and aimed his magnum square at the knee cap. “So what’s it gonna be?” Continue reading “Surge of the Soul Eater – Episode 1”
Experiment is the expected failure to deliberately learn something. ~ Scott Berkun
Thomas was tired of being an errand boy. He yearned for the day when he finally could call the shots. Maybe then he could go out and find his twin sister he had been separated from at birth. Like always though, the Fates laughed at him and he was stuck here as a glorified gofer. Although the day started out as a routine acquisition for Thomas and his friend, Rhae, things ended up taking an unexpected dark turn. Now people were showing up dead and not from natural means as normal sight would suggest. Who or what was the cause of these paranormal deaths and for what reason? To find out, Thomas needed to learn how to call the shots, save the day, and somehow not blow himself up in the process.