Lycasis

3.4 – Write a dialogue between two characters, only one whom can speak. The other is physically, emotionally, or otherwise prevented from saying what he/she wants to say. Write only the words of one, only the appearance and actions of the other. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ A blue glow comes through the grimy windows of the Atlantic Express. Schools of fish swim by occasionally over a landscape of bright coral. Everything seems to have its own glow; especially Delta, whose viewport was blinding in the almost pitch-black car. “Y’know, bein’ in the

Where the Sea Takes Us Ch. 4: Hell hath no fury A fist collides with my jaw, a familiar feeling… I know this small fist… It contains just about as much power as a Big Daddy and Brute Splicer combined. And standing in front of me, she's quite frightening… Even for someone who's seen a thing or two… I can see her veins, lit up like a damn neon sign against pale skin; ADAM turned candy red with her anger. I watch it shoot with every heartbeat 'round her circulatory system, 'til it gets to her eyes… And I pause… Because I know, I'm in some deep shit. They're bright shining lights of red, irises no longer the baby

Where the Sea Takes Us Ch. 3: In Vino Veritas (There is Truth in Wine) Too many cigarettes… too much whiskey… My eyes are red as cherries and my mouth is as dry and cracked as the Sahara… But I will NOT sleep! I already know what I'll see… I see it every-damn-time I close my eyes! The dark inside of that suit… all at once too hot, but still so cold… Lambs voice in my ears… in my mind… No control of my own body… I almost killed Delta…. I feel sick and wrong. Maybe Tenenbaum's "Rapture Sickness" is real… if it wasn't such a load of mule shit. I do wonder what will happen when I see Del

Where the Sea Takes Us Ch. 2: Unaffected After escaping Tenenbaum's third-degree, I decided to alert Eleanor of her Daddy's condition. Maybe win some brownie points with her, to save in case of trouble later down the road. But at the door to her room, a room once occupied by the first batch of "Little Vons", I pause. I've been in there once before, helping Eleanor settle in after we made port, and just the thought of it gives me the shudders. There are bright pink walls covered in childish crayon drawings, teddy bears and dolls lining the shelves, and in the middle of it all a little makeshift shrine made for "Mr. Bubbles" made out of odd

Where the Sea Takes Us Ch. 1: Questions with No Answers A single trail of smoke leaves the business end of my cigarette and ascends, out the window, into the big night sky. And as I watch it, I breathe in the sea salt air, remembering just how alone we are. Refugees of a lost paradise, unknown and unwanted by the world above, there is nothing here for us but my old family name and a small plot of land in Georgia. It almost makes me wonder what is going to happen to our little makeshift "family", if I weren't trying to avoid those kinds of thoughts all together. I was so focused on my own denial, I didn't even look up when the door opened