Chris watched her, feeling the weight of reality pressing down on him. “So, you folks really have been everywhere,” he said, his voice a little too casual, as if he were trying to convince himself this was just a normal dinner conversation. The brute barked a laugh, the sound rough and sudden, like a dog […]
Fiction: Sanctuary: Section Nine by K.C. Kissig
The dining room, bathed in the soft glow of a chandelier that had seen better days, was an unsettling tableau. Chris and the brute sat around the old oak table, their rough edges softened by the flickering candlelight, as they passed a bottle of wine between them. The wine was a good vintage, one Stanley […]
Fiction: Sanctuary: Section Eight by K.C. Kissig
Stanley fought to regain his composure, his breath quickening as he tried to suppress the anxiety that churned in his gut. His fingers twitched, curling into tight fists as he wrestled with the nervous energy that coursed through him. For several minutes, he stared intently at the flickering news broadcast, the storm-fueled chaos on the […]
Fiction: Sanctuary: Section Seven by K.C. Kissig
The officers spread out, two of them moving down the hall with the slow, deliberate pace of men who knew they were on the hunt. The other two stayed in the kitchen, their presence heavy, oppressive, like the storm outside preparing to tear the roof off the place. Stanley tried to appear relaxed, casual, but […]