A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 17: Captured
Vincent immediately knew he was asleep and the world he was seeing was a dream. He knew this because he found himself staring at a clock whose numbers were scrambled and detached from its surface. It read T:58 P.M. ESZT. _No such time zone exists,_ he...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 16: Woven Land
It was a strange thing to awaken in the middle of The Fractured Meadows, surrounded by bipedal dragonoids getting ready for the day ahead. He could already feel a migraine forming at the sight. A low-hanging fog slowly poured over the jagged geometry...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 15: The Fractured Meadows
The traumatized terrain surrounded the three landriders. Fractures both big and small cut through the land, carving miniature canyons and valleys. Flowers and flora took refuge in these crevices, filling every crack. If the Badlands had been lush...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 14: The Relos
While Vincent packed his stuff into a burlap knapsack that Xalix lent to him, he heard new voices coming from outside. At first, he thought it was his phantoms making a return, but then he realized they belonged to his “escort". Tension drew his chest...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 13: Lucid
_“December 16, 2015 (I think.)_ _Got little sleep last night. Xalix didn't wake me. The silence did, I think. Silence and memories. Not sure. It's strange for the voices to be this quiet. The phantoms and the psychosis usually come and go, but the...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 21: Teramin
Slade groaned as she woke back up. Without saying anything, she dug through the bags on Holan’s flanks until she found a canteen. She seemed to drink from it for a full minute before stopping. “Are they dead?” she croaked. He looked up at her, then...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 20: The Devourer
They both climbed up the hill. Vincent's claws dug into the sod and pulled him upward. _Thwack, thwack, thwack_... The wet slapping grew louder as they neared the top. Slade scaled the climb much faster than he did. In fact, her movements reminded...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 3: Rebirth
Vincent was vaguely aware of warmth spreading across his chest, accentuated by gusts of bitter cold. The driver's seat began to phase out of existence, as if it were being dissolved by invisible acid. He was barely conscious of what was happening: he...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 2: Stalker
“Yo, Vaycon, you ready?" Vincent stared out the window. His mind was stalled like a rusted engine. “Vaycon." Marty's voice came in through his headset. “Oh what?" Vincent asked, snapping out of his daze. He turned back to his computer monitor....
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 1: Ayrlon Weeps
Thal'rin Cyos, the leader of the city of Meldohv Syredel, bowed his head in silence. His hands were clasped under his snout and his wings were tucked behind his back. In front of him was a platter of pastries, but he had lost his appetite. So, instead,...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 6: What Do I Do Now?
“Shit!” Vincent turned on the spot and stumbled down the path, clinging to the trees. He repeated the expletive several times. _ **“What was it speaking, Spanish?”** _ Dave asked. “Holy shit, we are not in Mexico, Dave!” Vincent said, “That wasn’t...
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 5: Wait...Dragons?
The Stalker, the IRS office, the incompetent asses who ran it, the horrible weather that caught him, the car crash, the deer that crashed through his windshield, all the events that led up to him screaming at an alien sky with vocal cords that did not...