Archive for July, 2007

Posted on July 30, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

Part 24

She must have been waiting for their return or heard the men coming down the hill, because Evajean was standing there, where the slope leveled out and the grass was packed by the daily life of the town. She waved as he drew near enough to see in the moon’s faint light, and then [...]

Posted on July 29, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

Part 23

“Anyway,” Andrews said, “Some of them came into Nahom and they hurt one of the children. Began beating him, and pretty badly too, until a few of the town’s menfolk saw what was happening and stopped it. We kept watches then, each night for a week, but none came back.”

“But they did eventually?” [...]

Posted on July 24, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

The Hole: Part 22

The man looked over his shoulder at an older fellow who’d come up behind him. This latter farmer, dressed in the same simple but well tended style–though his shirt was torn and his left leg sported a painful gash–had a look of leadership about him. His weathered face, deeply lined and leather dark, [...]

Posted on July 20, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

The Hole: Part 21

The screaming was louder and then the line of crazies flexed in the middle, some of them falling back as the attackers charged in. Elliot watched as a huge man dressed like a farmer smashed the head of one the crazies with a shovel. The blade, shiny in the firelight, caught him just [...]

Posted on July 18, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

The Hole: Part 20

He wasn’t tied down and that was good. Did they sleep? he wondered. He rolled onto his side and no one protested. When he sat up, the crazies watching him only glared, giving him “don’t try anything funny” looks. Slowly, keeping his movements as unthreatening as he could manage, Elliot stood [...]

Posted on July 15, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

The Hole: Part 19

She was there with her suited companions and, Elliot saw with some horror as he whipped around, she’d gathered at least a dozen more. They stood in a loose formation behind her, wedge shaped, every last one staring at him with looks that were otherwise blank except for a faint crinkle of regret.

He screamed [...]

Posted on July 9, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

Part 18

The whole ritualistic air of the gathering vanished as soon as the group started making their way through the woods. They became just another bunch of guys, hiking in the mountains, talking among themselves, laughing and chatting. The leader, the one with the hat, would wave his hand to stop them occasionally, then [...]

Posted on July 5, 2007 - by Aaron Ross Powell

Part 17

Like the trees, these markings seemed fresh, the edges newly crumbled in spots, the dirt at the bottom pressed but powdery, as if it had only recently settled after being kicked up by the passage of wheels.

This was something to follow, Elliot thought. People had been through here–it was a well used road–and that [...]