The infection has spread slowly, finding its entrance through what was once, momentarily, a gaping wound. Shots fired he was ripped open in the alley as surely as if the bullets had hit him as well and the infection found her entrance there, while the injury was fresh, before it could be tended to, before the wound could become scar tissue. How ( Read more... )

I returned home on the 27th and found that the first thing I wanted was a hot shower and the second was a decent meal. Anyone who has the misfortune to be privy to my whims knows I’m a sucker for a good risotto and so I found myself late that night down at a little place on wharf that only true Gothamites seem to know about. I think, Joe, the owner ( Read more... )

It’s that time just before sunrise, when the sun is promising to appear but the sky doesn’t reveal the promise just yet. The sun rising is one of those promises that you take on faith, we believe it will rise each day and set each night and we believe, because we have to believe, that we will be alive to bear witness to it. Even as you know that ( Read more... )

“You’re still here.” He says ( Read more... )

Lolita Pulido.

That was the name she gave.

That was enough to get his interest, ignoring visitors as he had been, even people he knew, he was even ignoring Alfred now, but Isabella Vega, now that took his interest. That made him leave his cell ( Read more... )

"Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home."
-Matsuo Basho, Narrow Road (tr. Sam Hamill)They fight, publicly, of course - everything about their relationship is so painfully public. They fight on a street corner. She says her piece; he throws the car keys at her. People are standing around and watching them as if this is the best ( Read more... )

Vesper Fairchild was the epitome of cool. Everything about her was cool, from her hair to her wardrobe to her apartment to her job. They say some people have it and some people don’t. Well, whatever it was Vesper had it in spades.

Vesper had achieved, in a few short years, a certain notoriety through her late night talk radio show: Night Talk ( Read more... )

Jules Verne wrote, “Anything one man can imagine, other men can make real ( Read more... )

[Originally published on the Wayne Murders section of a 'True Crime' website.]

The following is a 3rd Grade essay written by Bruce Wayne aged 8 in 1983 only months before the murders of Martha and Thomas Wayne.The future has always been a very popular theme and it has been continually explored within different parts of our culture. Predictions of ( Read more... )

Most people, I’ve found, have one particular aspect of life (the more mundane the better) that they enjoy a passionate anger about ( Read more... )