Dark 2015 Novels & Stories

" Dark replies pulling a bottle of tequila under the blanket and asking me to drink with him. I accept as everything is ready for the wedding, and there is nothing else for me to do today than just relax. He pours in two plastic glasses and asks me to play a game with him and I let him be the first one. I say why not, let's do it, it sounds fun. Dark tells me that if I do not know the answer to the question he is about to ask me, then I have to drink both glasses in one sip. I agree with him and allow him to ask me that question. "-When was my first time to kiss a woman? Dark asks. -Oh this is easy, I am pretty sure that you kissed a woman at a young age, about twelve. Am I right?" I reply t

Tsk. “And you know what, Daya? It’s bad to interfere with the conversation of the elders.” I answered her. “Could you guys stop arguing already?” I just rolled my eyes unto it. It was still 5 o’clock when I decided to prep myself. I wore black short shorts and an oversized black shirt paired with sneakers. I tied my hair in a bun and that’s it. Maybe you’re wondering but I do not wear makeups. It’s not that I’m against them, but I just do not feel it.

We were talking about posting a reward on the darknet for information on the whereabouts of Haven and her brother, but we hadn’t made any decisions. This had been beyond the craziest fucking month of my life. I really couldn’t take any more surprises. I really needed just a nice, quiet Christmas, absolutely no surprises. I was going to talk to Beth about us having a small Christmas here, with our crew. Then going to see my mom in a few days. Derek came back into the waiting room and we sat down. “I’m real sorry to hear about Reba, I can’t imagine what you’re going through,” Derek said after a minute.

Arthur slid into the passenger's seat of the cab that pulled up in front of him. Richard welcomed him with a grin. “It's freezing out here, man. What took you so long?“ “Sorry, bro. Just had to find the right outfit.“ Richard gestured at his outfit. Black, denim jacket. Black boot. Black gloves. Black hat. Black shades. “You look like you're on goddamn espionage.“ Arthur had zero sense of humor for the night. Something about racing through that door earlier today plunged him into a terrible mood.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

The island woke to a dark dawn—sky like dried blood, sun a flat coin behind smoke. SILKEN COMMAND sat half-sunk in the calm water, white side broken open, drinks bubbling in the shallows with fuel and coral bits. The reef had cut it deep overnight: sharp rock tearing metal, water filling lower areas where fancy food and drugs floated in mess. I watched from the boat’s front, engine low, Leica camera across my chest, salt on the lens. The dark-web show—now 92,000 watchers and growing—showed Damian and Seraphina tied to the metal frame on the stage. Their gold masks cracked, silk clothes ripped and dirty with ash and blood. The red ribbon hung loose between them, untied noose moving in the hot