Tag: Novel
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 10
Catherine had her back to me when I entered the kitchen. I had been distant, intentionally, she was correct, but I was trying to sort things out in my own sick way. Her dirty blonde hair had grown long, and I hadn’t noticed. Our features were opposite. We didn’t look alike but she was my…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 9
The lid to the coffin creaked an eldritch gasp as I opened it, after clearing the remotes and books that rested on it, collecting dust. Pangur was at my feet, always by my side, emulating the creaking sound of the coffin with her meowing. I removed the old blankets and sheets and pillow cases from…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 8
Sonny and I met in the second grade inside the red bricked building of Public School 79. We were introduced by chance, placed in the same class and wound up seated next to one another. We bonded immediately. Two devilish little runts. His house and our rotation of houses and apartments were always situated quite…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 7
I combed my hair and shook my head to the music playing inside it. I made a part with my fingers. My hair was long but not like 80s metalhead long, it was much shorter than Hetfield in ‘86 but still quite unruly. It looked black when it was wet, jet black, but it was…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 6
The tremendous ball of gas in the sky felt great as it lightly toasted my face through my bedroom window. With my eyes shut I saw a fiery orange and melting black, a bubbling lava. Orange. Orange is a cognate. Schwartz. The comforting feel of the heat reminded me of incubators and day old burgers…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 5
The next morning I was in a dead sleep oblivious and unaffected by all the atrocities of the world outside. I felt something slightly damp, and abrasive repeatedly brushing against my cheek. It was enough to stir me from some wonderfully needed slumber, a deep one where nothing and everything happened. This thing butted its…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 4
I said nothing. Not a single plea was uttered. She didn’t come back, at least not for a little while. I looked up at the night sky and squinted, through the apertures between the snowflakes into the blackest sky. The universe expanded as my eyes seemed to click into focus. I saw three distinct stars…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 3
The snow fell hard. It covered everything with it’s frosted beauty. Trepidation fell alongside it as I held Hattie’s hand on the short walk to the car. I thought about how snowflakes were alone and unique, like fingerprints, only these were rarer. Each snowflake was a minuscule hand sculpted seraph, antagonized and expelled from heaven.…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 2
My first name is undeniably German, while my last name was Irish, Flood, had probably been anglicized at some point in our tumultuous history. My father told me I was German. German and Irish but the scales tipped toward Deutsch. I idolized my Vater. That idolatry created a sense of pride about my heritage that…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 1
Wash away us all, take us with the floods. – Pantera For Frances Everyone was a liar. At least everyone I knew was. “I’m fine,” she said. “I promise. Mommy’s just a little tired. I’ve been run down lately, that’s all. Really. Trust me, I’m as sober as a judge.” That was my mother, typical…
SEAN GABLER 