Above the doorway leading out hung another plaque. It read, “IN THE LAND OF PLENTY, SPARE NOT THE CHILD”.

"You can’t stop, though. The sky is red, their eyes will be red, and you’ll be late. Just like always."

Read the previous parts here: |1|2| 4 Trevor found the interior of Aisling Inn put him off balance as much as the bourbon had. The ceiling reached out at odd angles that canted inward and then out again on its way up to what was presumably the apex of the middle spire. The balcony of ...

Read PART 1 here.   3   The room he walked into was warmly lit with entirely wood furnishings. In the far corner was an old-school looking jukebox that droned out some tuneless grunge song Trevor couldn’t place. A long bar stretched from one end of the room to the other with stools spaced out ...

1   The road stretched out like an infinitely reaching serpent; a monstrosity long dead and half-buried in earth not deep enough to conceal the hideous carcass. On either side of the ancient behemoth lay oceans of corn, dried and brown in the afternoon sun. The fields rolled into hills so that the horizon was ...