It’s like they always say, when one door closes – Another one opens. But maybe that’s not the best way to put it, considering an unclosable door is what’s brought things to where they sit at the moment. Things aren’t bad. Not by a long shot. Rogan and Lucy spent the holidays much differently than the rest of the world believes they did. But then…
The brightness of the moon stretches behind the numerous gray clouds in the night sky. Somewhere, off in the distance, an owl hoots, breaking the silence. The sound of gravel underfoot crunches as the camera crew makes their way into their destination. “Make sure you get all of this. This dude makes me nervous,” says the woman seemingly in charge of the crew. “Definitely a…
On this chilly autumn evening, Rogan MacLean stood on the front porch of Lucy’s home in Western Maryland. He hadn’t expected her call yesterday, asking him to come – But the Dark Man was all too happy to oblige. He stood with his back to the front door, gazing out at the driveway, drifting over the Buick and then towards the woods that surrounded the…
(Continued from ‘Awkward Realities and The Detour to the Dark Tower‘) Her mind was a blur as she stepped out onto the balcony, her eyes rising to meet the horizon – just as the sun begins to disappear behind the open water of the gulf. The chilly air came off the water and whipped around her as she leaned against the railing, blowing her hair…
Click. Clack. A pair of scuffed, knee-high boots click along the baron road. How long she’s walked in heels that high, no one knows. One foot in front of the other, she steps towards the horizon. But her direction? Her destination? Click. Clack. Even she doesn’t know. Striking blue eyes peer out from beneath a worn, black hat and stare up…
“I’m feelin’ like a bad boy Hmm, just like a bad boy I’m rippin’ up a rag doll Like throwin’ away an old toy” – ‘Rag Doll”, Aerosmith The red sun balances on the highest ramparts of the mountains, and in its waning light, the foothills appear to be ablaze. A cool breeze blows down out of the sun and fans through the tall dry…
Kyra laid on the couch, her legs propped up on the armrest. She let out a heavy sigh as she stared at the ceiling, watching the ceiling fan spin lazily – every now and again catching a glimpse at the particles of dust the sunlight caught as it shone through the windows. Turning her head towards the only other person in the room with her,…
[Audio Promo] “Godly” Ken Davison stands in front of one of professional wrestling’s classic backdrops, the legendary brick wall. He is wearing a gray t-shirt and sweat is dripping down his shiny, bald scalp. “Being a Policeman is a mental game. If you allow the nerves and the pressure to get away from you, that is when you crash and burn. That explains… a lot…
“I don’t know what you want me to say.” Lucy says, staring out into the vastness of the dark woods that lay behind the home in Western Maryland, watching the rain pour down on this chilly autumn evening. The wind whipped her long, blonde hair around – much as it did the colorful leaves that had begun falling from the trees in the last few…
Ken Davison’s eyes shoot open. He looks around the darkness of his bedroom, trying to get his bearings. He glances over and the faint red glow of the numbers on his alarm clock: 3:37. He rolls over to find the other half of the bed not only unoccupied, but cold. This means Kyra has been out of bed for quite some time… again. His beloved…
CJ Wylde
Antonio Ricci
Isaiah Luck
Ken Davison
Kyra Johnson
Lucy Wylde
Magdalena Lockheart
Sam Action