The Old Ones

The Old Ones

Death, Ascendant! Death, Triumphant! Aye, lads … them days were savage. Grand indeed! The rigid rule of LAW! But those times are gone now, lads. Or if not, they sure look it. Knowledge! Progress! Gadgets Galore! Suppler than Sin ’tis said. Brought Death’s reign to its end. HA! Just coddin’ ya lads! Fallen in the shuck, we have. Woken with The Fears. But our time ‘ll come ’round again. As…

Venom

Venom

Invisible. Maybe right now. But the bitch is out there, somewhere. Mingling at some swanky nightclub. Passing off my algorithm as her own. Teasing out the highest bidders. Throwing back her head in laughter. If she knew what I know, she wouldn’t be laughing. A smile just a touch too ingratiating, an embrace just a second too long. I marked that bitch the day we met. Flaco will be on…