by Clay Parrish | Apr 26, 2017 | Comics, Top of the Stack
I loved going to my uncles house. He was a strange man. He had never married or had any kids of his own, which gave him plenty of space in his two bedroom bachelor pad. The walls of his house were covered in shelves stacked with books, strange things he had held on to...
by Clay Parrish | Apr 19, 2017 | Comics, Top of the Stack
She knew how long the rose bush had been there. Longer than her life, longer than her parent’s lives,even her grandparent’s lives. It had been a fixture of the house since 1811. People understand the age of things like trees, giants looming over the...
by Clay Parrish | Apr 12, 2017 | Comics, Top of the Stack
The whispers came in the night. They came in the moments that connect the waking to the dreaming. Vicious and appalling sounds became easy and calming in time. Hateful things in the waking became common place. New worlds opened up, new and terrible possibilities...
by Clay Parrish | Apr 5, 2017 | Comics, Top of the Stack
Skin stretched and tore to fit a new frame. What was once a beast was now man again. Panting, laying in blood his body shed, but blood that was not his own, he cried. Barriston Warmley wept for the humanity that so frequently dripped through his fingers like the tears...
by Clay Parrish | Mar 29, 2017 | Comics, Top of the Stack
The hand shovel slid into the warm soil like a surgeons scalpel might cut the weak flesh. The living ground crawled and dug around in his hands as he scooped what he could into a pail. Beside him was his partner, fellow scientist Dr. Karen Shirow. She waited with life...
