Lo and behold, the next installment of Adam’s Name is up on my short fiction page. From the site:
“Adam loses himself in blue eyes and lace-covered skin as he flees the strangeness that continues to pierce holes in his reality. He runs to the Goth/Industrial club a few floors above the last bar, and ends up on the roof of a parking garage. Alcohol, making out, a gun shot, and a bonfire under the constellation Orion.”
I’ve also started a thread in the Google group to discuss the strangeness that Adam keeps running into. Feel free to share theories, observations, complaints, offers of gold doubloons, whatever. :)
Also, though I haven’t been a part of it, the activity in the
I haven’t forgotten your suggestions about what to write, from that post oh-so-long-ago. Nor the meme where I owe four more people pieces of fiction. I’ll get on track one of these days. :)