Author: sjpenner

Art, Drabble, Life, Mental Health

Just a Momentary Break

Every muscle in my body aches. Every tendon and join is protesting, loudly, and my hands a dry and caked in charcoal. Discomfort means growth, though, right? I’m supposed to like the burn in my thighs, and the rocketing discomfort every time I try and raise my arm to make another stroke on paper. I’m […]

Life, Mental Health

Unfinished.

It’s amazing how easily your mind can get in the way of your life. You would think your own mind would want you to be successful, to reach the goals you set, but it seems that for many of us it does the absolutely opposite. I’d like to say that life got busy – it […]

Short Stories, The Catacombs, Writing

THE CATACOMBS [PARTS 21-28]

I’ve always hated canned food. There is something intrinsically wrong with meat mashed up and jammed into a preservation chamber and stored on a shelf for however long. Fruits a little better, but I’ve never enjoyed the mild hint of tin in my peaches. There wasn’t much of an option though, in the meals provided […]

Short Stories, The Catacombs, Writing

THE CATACOMBS [PARTS 15-21]

We’re supposed to be brutally honest with ourselves about everything that happens in the Catacombs. Anything we feel, anything we sense is supposed to be checked, double checked, and then documented. I didn’t understand why until I’d finally entered the threshold. For the sake of that honesty then, I have to say, approaching the gate […]

Short Stories, The Catacombs, Writing

The Catacombs [Parts 8-14]

If Leslie Twilling returned to the town she was born in, she wouldn’t recognize it. Dark suits, military uniforms, and the miscellaneous gear of scientists and specialists fill the streets and homes. Military personnel run drills down main street, and a putrid yellow smoke billows from the old pharmacist building. All of this could be […]

Short Stories, The Catacombs, Writing

Rising [The Catacombs, Part 8]

If Leslie Twilling returned to the town she was born in, she wouldn’t recognize it. Dark suits, military uniforms, and the miscellaneous gear of scientists and specialists fill the streets and homes. Military personnel run drills down main street, and a putrid yellow smoke billows from the old pharmacist building. All of this could be […]

Short Stories, The Catacombs, Writing

Area X2291 [The Catacombs, Part 7]

After the disappearance of the Morrison kids, the federal government took a serious look into the situation in Rosmire. Rural disappearances are common enough, though tragic. Runaways, murders, kidnappings, accidents; anything that can happen in a city can happen in a small town. As harsh as it may sound, the government simply doesn’t have time […]