Resolutions by D I Jolly “Ten, nine, eight…” Echoed the voices behind her as they all watched a clock on the tv tick down to usher in a Tuesday. New Years eve had never really made sense to Samantha. She never really got why that one night had to be the best night of your…
Crushed
Crushed by D I Jolly The front door opened and Johnny moped his way through it, letting it close behind him. His jacket slipped off his slumped shoulders and fell to the floor, and he stepped out of his shoes without breaking stride leaving them behind him like Nike brand footprints in the hallway. He…
Wednesday Afternoon
In many ways, my life started the day my father committed suicide.
Sour Like Sugar
Sour Like Sugar Part 1 – Career Broken Part 2 – It Ain’t Easy It was 2:16 when Frank dragged Napier’s assistant in front of him and held him like a shield, waiting for the elevator doors to open. The 2nd floor was a hallway lined with doors, and was suspiciously empty. Frank continued to…
It Ain’t Easy.
It Ain’t Easy. Part 1 It was 13:40 when Frank got back into his car. As he drove, he considered his situation. On the one hand he was a police officer, he had sworn an oath to defend the law, and the citizens of his city. On the other hand, he was a police officer…
Career Broken
After three days of sitting in what felt like an award winningly uncomfortable chair, Frank finally got to see his wife open her eyes, and smile her nervous smile, which he loved so much. Then he had to watch it faulter…
Hello, my name is D I Jolly
Okay… Okay, so let me start out by answering the question on the flyer. Why werewolves? Well, it’s similar to the reason that most of my books are set on a fictional Syn Island, spelt with a Y. When I started Mostly Human, vampires seemed overdone, and I felt to me, like werewolves were…
Sounds Of Leaving
People used to tell me that the true sound of death, was silence.
Sounds of Leaving Too
“Go. Just going to go, is what I was going to say.”
The End of My Patience
The End of My Patience Wednesdays were always the longest day of Mason’s week. It wasn’t that he had more to do, it was just that Wednesdays felt long. In fact, ever since he was conscious of how long a day was supposed to be, they’d felt long. When he was still in school, he…