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Nov 17, 2014

Anchors No More # 44: As the Smoke Clears

Holly looked into Gary’s eyes as the pandemonium grew around them. “Ten,” she simply said, “Count to ten.” A bullet tore the air between them and hit the machine. Gary flinched, looked into her eyes one last time, turned and entered the chamber. The door shut behind him and Holly knew he was gone. She […]

Nov 12, 2014

Toxic #35: No Wonder Pepsi Won the Cola Wars

I raced for the bathroom before either the vampires or my dad could see me. I had to calm down. Pretend I hadn’t heard anything. Too bad my reflection in the mirror was a worse sight than the graffiti-tagged stall doors. Anyone with half a brain would be able to tell something was wrong. I […]

Nov 10, 2014

Anchors No More #43: The Basic Ontological Paradox

Uncertainty overwhelmed Gary as the door to the Marshall Temporal Device shut behind him. He had never felt this before. Complete cognitive dissonance, only able to act on inertia, no confidence in his current capacity for reason or rationality. There was one thing. One solitary fact that he held onto in the midst of his […]

Nov 05, 2014

Toxic #34: Speed Eating and Embalming Don’t Mix

“Toxic Cinema, #170 – Why Speed Eating and Embalming Don’t Mix” I have officially been so grossed out by a movie that I couldn’t eat my Kit Kats while watching it. I never thought it would happen. You, my loyal readers, never thought it would happen. I got through “Saw” without blinking. Viewed “The Devil’s […]

Nov 03, 2014

Anchors No More # 42: A Measure of Satisfaction

From the moment he saw Daniel take a bullet in the gut, Restrepo knew they would not be getting out of the ARCC alive. To be fair, he had assumed as much from the very beginning, from the moment he cut a hole in the perimeter fence and crawled through it he had the feeling […]

Oct 29, 2014

Toxic #33: The Importance of Supportive Athletic Wear

  Here’s the thing: vampires have the same anatomy as humans. Which means things hurt them the same as humans. But they get over it. Fast. And then they get pissed. Glen was down for all of ten seconds. It gave me time to shove the marker back into my pocket and backpedal a few […]

Oct 27, 2014

Anchors No More # 41: Just Like This

Through the blurry haze of the smoke filled basement, Holly saw Daniel drop to his knees. She screamed and stepped towards him but behind her Gary shouted, “Holly.” She stopped, looking back to see him standing in front of the temporal device, the door open, his face twisted in exasperated fear. She could see nothing […]

Oct 22, 2014

Toxic #32: Sometimes An Old Dog Can Learn New Tricks

Kim was still laughing over her lame joke about my clothes when the bell over the door jingled. I slunk sideways, figuring it was a good time to slip away, but stopped two inches from the chest of her new customer. One of Rorbauch’s friends. Or at least I figured it was one of his […]

Oct 20, 2014

Anchors No More # 40: A Real Pleasure

Upstairs, Restrepo winced as bullets struck the wall around him. He took another step down, firing his rifle at a multitude of moving targets. “Shit,” he yelled, “we need help.” Mike stepped forward and shot at whatever he could see. Restrepo turned to Steven, “Tell Daniel we’re coming down and to get ready. We can’t […]

Oct 13, 2014

Anchors No More # 39: Darwin was One Smart Bastard

Steven, Mike, and Restrepo were near the top of the stairs but they had been pushed back a step or two. Inside the stairwell, the angle of the wall helped to create a slight funnel, giving the three men enough cover to temporarily stave off the attacking horde of ARLIS men. They were holding their […]

Oct 06, 2014

Anchors No More # 38 : Famous Last Words

From the top of the stairs, Restrepo yelled, “Come on, guys, they’re getting noisier up here,” and Holly thought it was a indistinctive claim considering the banging, shooting, and shouting had not ceased for a moment since they began. From her work, she spared a glance for Daniel sitting beside her on the floor wrestling […]

Sep 29, 2014

Anchors No More # 37 : Almost There

The back of his skull struck the concrete floor, bursting stars and numbness slammed his senses for a moment before the pain swelled. Gary remembered toppling over, slipping on a stair as a bullet whizzed by and hit the wall above his head. He heard gunfire and screaming, Holly shouting as he fell. She wanted […]

Sep 22, 2014

Anchors No More # 36: One for the Team

Gary almost cried when he first saw Holly, but fortunately he was too jacked up on adrenaline, nerves and fear to do so. If he would have started crying then she would have started and then they would make a scene in the middle of the most inappropriate circumstances imaginable. So he simply embraced her, […]

Sep 15, 2014

Anchors No More #35: Hello, Fan? Shit on Line Three.

Vanderhoff fired his pistol three times. Two bullets struck Daniel Hobbes in the chest knocking him back against the Marshall Temporal Device. The third bullet flew past Daniel, missing Gary’s head by a few inches and slamming into the wall. In the brief humming pause, Gary watched in mute horror as Daniel sunk to his […]

Sep 10, 2014

Toxic #31: No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service

The Commons was an outdoor mall, blocked off to cars by chipping concrete bollards. Shops and bars filled closet-sized spaces in old-timey buildings, and screaming, laughing kids blew across the cobblestones like confetti. I dodged a group of the racing toddlers, wincing as my Chuck slipped on a tilted paver. Vincent had wanted me to […]

Sep 08, 2014

Anchors No More #34: Somebody You Used to Know

  It was hectic after the gunshot, the confusion and the screaming and the pushing and shoving… Holly came out of her daze slowly, realizing James had his hands on her shoulders and he was speaking to her, saying something… ”… come on, we need you. Holly!” Her eyes focused and James smiled, “That’s my […]

Sep 02, 2014

Anchors No More #33: Timing is Basically Everything

 Lawrence Queen knew he had one job to do when he split off from the Ankura group thirty-five minutes earlier. His job would make the difference between the success and failure of Holly Marshall’s desperate plan. Until the sharp crack of a single gunshot being fired nearby startled the three of them, he felt he […]

Aug 26, 2014

Anchors No More # 32: A Definite Chain of Events

Guns raised, tempers growing more volatile and unstable with each passing second. Gary couldn’t think, there was only a blank white slate where an idea should have been. Then someone said, “Let me explain,” and he looked around, trying to locate who spoke. He was more surprised than anyone was to realize it was he […]

Aug 20, 2014

Toxic #30: It’s a Crappy Job, But Someone’s Gotta Do It

I led Vincent to the blissfully Grandma-free living room, guzzling Fir’s coffee as fast as the heat let me. It was an excuse not to start talking. Unfortunately it was a small coffee, so my excuse ran out before I sat down. I frowned into my empty cup. Stupid tiny drink. “So. Me and Arabus. […]

Aug 18, 2014

Anchors No More #31: Bend Not Break

It was Holly’s idea to plant Brandon in the laboratory crowd thinking it could be a way to sway opinion without force having to be applied. Now she could only hope that she had been right. It comforted her to know Steven and Carla were there, guns raised at the detained scientists, reminding them that […]

Aug 13, 2014

Toxic #29: Hell’s Bells

I woke up to the sun stabbing me like an angry serial killer, its rays piercing my eyes and beating my skin. Everything hurt, all the way to my fingernails. Rolling onto my stomach and shoving my head under the pillows didn’t help. That bitch of a star found me through the gaps in the […]

Aug 11, 2014

Anchors No More #30: An Unexpected Change of Plans

The elevator door slid shut behind them. Gary, Daniel and Restrepo stood silently on Level B3, the grey tiled floor of the dim halls complimenting their moods. Gary shook off his warm creeping nostalgia. Christ, he thought, looking at Restrepo, unable to believe it had only been ten days. All of this, all of that, […]

Aug 06, 2014

Toxic #28: This Ain’t No Grocery Store Horsey Ride

Fairies. Pissed at me? It almost sobered me up. “It’s because of the crap Damian gave me to drink. I don’t normally shoot lines out of my, well, out of my anything.” “Now isn’t the time to discuss the how and why. Now is the time to get airborne.” Arabus wrapped whiskers thicker than a […]

Aug 04, 2014

Anchors No More #29: Maybe Show and Probably Tell

In the few minutes that passed between taking her position at the table and Steven and Cassie entering the room, Holly had time to think. She was positive that this was not a good thing. She periodically glanced up from the clipboard she feigned reading and each time saw at least one set of eyes […]