Carl the Death Driver / Ch-1 / Pt-1
Carl’s left arm was pinned beneath his twisted torso and his legs came to rest awkwardly with his right foot entangled in the wooden stretchers of his fallen armchair. A faint pulse echoed the last pumping motion of his heart’s chambers, and then even that last imperceptible sign of life was gone.… (0 comment)

The Age of Skin Tag
Doug disappeared into cycles of self debate and contemplation relating to his morning discovery. Seemingly overnight, his body had grown something much smaller than a third arm, but a little more conspicuous than a new liver spot.… (2 comments)