COGchronicles

Sometimes the world is darker than we plan. Tides roll in, days go on and as everyone walks on by, we're still here, unseen. The children of glass, hanging between this world and the next just watching. Occasionally people reach out, try to contact us as if we are spirits, or deities, something to be marveled and then move on. We have tried reaching out, we move things, shake things, and then people call preachers to expel us from homes. They called us demons, evil spirits, an abomination to God's creation. But we are all part of his creation aren't we.…

COGchronicles

A short story that makes one reflect on the state of our world…

COGchronicles

Jack gazed intensely into the barrel of the gun as he lowered himself to his knees, wincing as the frozen stone crawled along his flesh. This was all wrong, the night wasn't supposed to go like this at all. He bit his lip and swallowed the lump in his throat. "You don't have to do this..." Above him Alex loomed, her grip on the pistol shaky at best. Tears stung her eyes, and her vision began to blur. She breathed deeply, steadying her grip, and adjusting her aim level to his skull. "I wish that were true."…