“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” – Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Just the other day I would’ve never imagined I would be driving across America, but, that’s what I love about my life. All of my years roadtripping have built up to this. The mother journey. Continue reading “on the open road” »
Ainsley was troubled by a mysterious unmarked package that had been mailed to her office. With great caution she slowly opened the box which revealed nothing but three Guy Fawkes masks…
Marvin Walters couldn’t believe his eyes. As a “former” computer hacker, he was amazed at the extent in which Gardenslayer had gone to keep his files secret and untraceable. He began sorting through the cables with Ainsley. So far only the two of them and Jack Kelly knew about the information their former source had sent. It made sense that there were three masks, ‘anonymously’ sent by more than likely someone within Anonymous. Marvin was Infinity’s chief of technology, having built and managed the entire website it was clear that without Marvin, there would be no Infinity News Network. He was the centerpiece, the social media marketing guru, and the glue that held the entire project together. Marvin began typing furiously and opening up at least twenty new tabs. To anyone who didn’t know him and saw him in action they would think he was on speed. The man hardly ever slept, constantly building and formatting and designing and finally on his off time, cooking. Walters was the Mike Allen of the digital world and Infinity was proud to have him.
“Did our story come out about the arrest?” he asked.
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With sleep slowly diminishing from my life, it’s no wonder I can barely think straight anymore. Grasping the porcelain sink with clammy, quivering hands, I grappled for my contact lens case, slippery with saline. The ghastly image in the mirror was almost unrecognizable as me. My face a pale yellowish complexion, hazy bloodshot slits for eyes and a drooping lip. The Thorazine tablets the doctor prescribed to me were wearing off and I was starting to feel the effects of a nervous twitch. I’ve stopped taking them now though; I have to get to the bottom of this. Continue reading “I wouldn’t read this if I were you..” »