Release the eelhead!

Fading.......................................   The walls show the outline of family pictures that are no more, a reminder of a fading past life In their place, nails representing the feeling of pain in the loss of that fading past life Removing the nails reveal the holes in the wall, like the one left in your heart from that fading past life All you can do is fill those holes in the wall, but not the one left in your heart from that fading past life 

  Ollie             T he field was lush and green, with tall grass ready to be cut for the season. He looked out on the 26 acres of what would become hay for the cows and took in the view. He sat there on his tractor, thinking of all the friends he had left in the city years ago and how they would never see such beauty as this. The wind had a gentle breeze that made the field look like a green blanket rippling through the air. This was the one field he liked to mow, as it was on top of the mountain that slowly declined toward the valley below that it overlooked.  There was a brook that sat at the bottom of that valley that he swam in during the hot summers. Looking down and along the valley, he saw it was lush with trees and patches of fields ready to be cut. It was a beautiful site, he thought, would be a perfect sight for a house, dismissing the thought of how hard it would be to reach this spot in the winter. Most rur...

  The Delivery             "Listen, you really don't want to do this," he explained to the gentleman, pointing the gun at him. He was trying to address the man behind the gun, but his eyes couldn't see past it. It was like he addressed the weapon as the person, not the person behind it.             "You walked into a situation you were never supposed to leave from, Mr. O'Brian." The gentleman's voice said from behind the void of the gun.             "Well, I mean, shit, man. I was just here to drop off this package for Mr. Johnson in exchange for another package to bring back," O'Brian said without trying to expose the current fear flowing through his body. He surely couldn't die yet; he had just signed up for a whole new year's worth of comics to read.          ...

                 He awoke from deep sleep to the smell of smoke and the crackling of fire. With the grogginess still dancing in his mind, he thought he was dreaming. The illusion of the dream quickly and terrifyingly snapped him into reality with a burning sensation in his lungs. Panic kicked in, and for just a moment, his mind betrayed him with thoughts of dying right here and now in his bed.                         He began to stifle the thoughts of death and become an overcooked human tater-tot. The bedroom only had one door in or out with a closet that housed mementos from his childhood. Then, the thoughts of trying to save all those physical memories flooded over him with brief flashes in his mind. He tried to push those out of his head and think of getting out of the room, most likely through the window. He knew that would work as he was on ...