What tha fuck?! A buzzin’ fills my ears. Actually, my whole head. The cybernetic implants that run down my neck and chest begin vibratin’ and produce a ringin’ sound that …
Southern Hospitality
The swamp sings its ancient song. The same song it has been singin’ since before my grandpappy’s grandpappy was born. Full of life and equally full of mystery. The sun …
Catch and Release
They say birds of a feather flock together. We’ll, Raven, baby… I ain’t that kind of bird. You see, I been watchin’ you, that’s a fact. Sittin’ pretty high up …