http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/Mordecai/ en-us http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/Mordecai/post-2894.html I have had this one sitting around half-finished for a while. I wrote it bit by bit, always drunk, and tonight I latched on to it and wrestled for a while. It's not quite right, and I think I pushed it too far. Kudos to anyone who can guess where I tho... http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/Mordecai/post-2784.html I started this a while ago, just a few sentences, last night I was riffling through my story fragments looking for something to build on, hit upon it and it worked. I think I can go somewhere with this. Chapter One Abundance Late afternoon, and the ... http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/Mordecai/post-2747.html It is cold this evening, a vicious and bitter cold that has nothing to do with the weather. It emanates from deep inside the people passing on the street, sinking deep into my bones. Even here inside, I feel the chill, keeping my coat tight around me, ... http://www.asylumnation.com/blogs/Mordecai/post-2605.html I hadn't seen her in a few years, though she looked much the same, a few grey hairs, a bit tired around the eyes. After the exchange of obligatory compliments, we settled into our chairs, prepared to make small talk. "So, what are you doing these days...