State of the Blog
Lately, you’ll see, my posts have all been Instagram photos or short stories, and I kind of like that. I’m a huge fan of the “renaissance man” ideal of a well rounded person — a scholar, artist, athlete, etc. — and Continuum Six has come to represent the artistic side of my person (or at least of my online identity). I want to broadcast fair warning: more of the...
Louis Courtemanche combed his mustache slowly, massaging out snarls and flecks of dinner which had stood the test of the evening. His feet rested in a bath of hot water, shedding dead skin and the various tensions of his day, and a warm towel lay across his bare lap. Frank, his German Shepard, sighed in contentment, his belly full of leftover lamb steak and half a watercress sandwich, and began to...
The brushed steel of Tom’s fixed gear was no match for the unforgiving face of the city bus. Hissing and screeching, the vehicle strained at its brakes, but it was too late. Tom’s groceries, which had hung from his handlebars, erupted into colorful fireworks, and his bicycle, no longer supporting his weight, conformed neatly to the bumper of the bus. His body soared forward, away from the shocked...