by Clay Parrish | Aug 23, 2017 | Comics, Top of the Stack
Blood and fat pool in the corner of a cold plate. The latter has begun to congeal. The person who got to enjoy this food is now dead in the back yard. The report will read “self inflicted gun shot wound to the head”. The report will have been completely fabricated....
by Clay Parrish | Aug 16, 2017 | Comics, Top of the Stack
Reflectors on the road catch the headlights to his car. Music plays from his speakers, barely audible over the pitter-patter of rain on the roof of the car. His windshield wipers scrape across the window leaving multi-colored smears of light and tar black. Above the...
by Clay Parrish | Aug 2, 2017 | Comics, Top of the Stack
I stared at the moldy Moonpie on the table. A fruit fly buzzed around a cold cup of coffee. My brain was slowly processing where I was. A cool breeze brushed against my legs. I was wearing a robe. How long had I been sitting like this? The pool behind me was emerald...
by Clay Parrish | Jul 26, 2017 | Comics, Top of the Stack
Catlyn was leaving Jim. I am Jim. Catlyn is leaving me. My therapist thinks that I have difficulty grounding myself in the present. Something is always pulling my strings, pulling me away from the current and into another place. That’s what my therapist says....
by Clay Parrish | Jul 19, 2017 | Comics, Top of the Stack
Tjormans’ raft was made of sticks and leaves. Any material that touched the purple waves beneath him that wasn’t organic would melt in seconds. One of the beautiful harmonies of nature that kept his culture so invested in the planet’s welfare....
