Everything's going to be just fine
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. 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…
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…
“Go. Just going to go, is what I was going to say.”
Dolls by D.I. Jolly (The Camp Part 2/3) Michal slipped back into his usual morning routine but couldn’t help but feeling off flatter, and wondered if what was left of his spirit had finally given up. When he stood outside the arena the doors waiting for them to open, he thought again about giving up…
Violence has a way of staining a soul. It doesn’t matter how you interacted with it, once it’s there, it’s there. And those who know can see it.
Wet By D.I. Jolly (The Camp Part 1/3) Michal opened his eyes and stared for a moment at the wall. ‘Kill or be killed’ painted on every spare piece of wall and ceiling across his cell. He sighed, climbed out of bed and staggering to the toilet in the corner to start his morning rituals. As…
“Yeah, I dreamt that a demon leapt onto my bed out of the shadows, held me down and ran his nail over forehead while screaming that, if I wouldn’t choose to see the truth he’d pry open my third eye and force me.”
Heritage by D.I. Jolly A prose poem It was 4 years to the day that the letter arrived, four years to the day since the incident where my father, a quiet man with a strange sense of humour apparently lost control. It had often been said that he used to tell himself jokes, because only…
‘Take a look down in that valley and tell me what you see.”Jenkins picking up his binoculars and did as he was told.“I see … b-b-bad intel, sir.”