Bane of Blood: La Gorgona, Part 16

This entry is part 16 of 16 in the series La Gorgona [Ongoing]

By the end of the workday, Fernando wasn’t sure what he’d accomplished besides busting up himself and everything around him. Chico seemed impressed with him, however. Onto a shaded beam Fernando collapsed, chugging water from an old milk jug and trying to catch his breath. Grinning, Chico clapped Fernando on the back where he sat.

In Rhythm (Explicit)

“Excuse me—excuse me…oops! Sorry about that…” Juggling an armful of hard seltzers, Melanie shouldered her way through the throng of festival goers, shouting and stumbling as she went. The wait had been so long at the drink stand that the concert was nearly at an end. It was well past midnight now—pitch-black and muggy and

Bane of Blood: La Gorgona, Part 10

This entry is part 10 of 16 in the series La Gorgona [Ongoing]

Fernando rarely dreamed. Yet here in his grandmother’s jungle shanty, he dreamed without ceasing. Strange muddled half-dreams that felt to him like a delirium, a bizarre paroxysm in which he was paralyzed but still surreally aware. Visions came to him, elusive and chimerical and obscure. Visions of shifting shadows, of half-glimpsed monstrous forms. Voices spoke