Golden Hour (Part 4)
The dilapidated entrance had grown cancerous with age, riddled with uneven floorboards, dusted with fallen plaster and masonry. I...
Golden Hour (Part 3)
“You know something, Joe, what is it?” I chased after him, shouting out directions to where my car was parked. Joe rocked on his feet,...
Golden Hour (Part 2)
In part one we met Brad and Joe. Here continues their story. Blue light flashed against the window pane, moving from along the building...
Golden Hour (Part 1)
There was no way I could get decent pictures from outside the pub, and aware I was beginning to look out of place loitering on an empty...
No one at the Gates
Interesting fact of the day: you can skydive in a column of air, if the flow is a consistent 95 miles an hour. My fantastic wife took...
