Xanthos-Samurai

The white towers rose high above the earth, glistening in the amber sunrise as tall monoliths, temples dedicated to the purity of the city they represented.  Birds flew up the face of the monumental structures, the light refracting off their copper feathers as the soft whirr-click of their beating wings filled the air, metallic whispers on the wind.  The birds flew up, up, up, and up the seemingly endless face of the tower, until at last, they reached the domed top. A balcony jutted out from the side, lined by an intricately worked railing.  It was upon this that the birds perched, cocking their tiny heads and blinking their beady eyes in a

I've found that I dislike being inside on cold nights.   The warm, stagnant air in the automatically heated rooms is stupefying, like a sedative.   Sedatives don't do much besides make me angry anymore. So I walk on cold nights, alone.   Down slimy alleyways surrounded by walls whose bricks are made of hundred dollar bills and spent shells, mortared together by cocaine and blood.   Down a lonely stretch of highway without a soul nearby for miles.   Any creatures out there at this hour have long since forsaken their souls.   I look into windows. I like windows.   The bedroom windows of sleeping children are my favorite. Their faces g

            Dust was just beginning to settle in the rust-colored blood on the wooden planks of the floor, creating a strange crust on the surface of the drying liquid.  It had been long since anybody had entered this chamber previous to the battle that had just occurred and the lone survivor knew that it would probably be an even longer time since it was entered again.  The bodies would be nothing but bones cocooned in sacks of bloated, torn flesh by then, a decaying gift for the next intruder to find. Long, white fingers crept in the darkness, searching, searching, always searching.  Instinct told them where to feel, and as always it serv