James Obergh

The city sprawled below me, being pelted by the same rain which ran along my wings. Aluminum alloy rang like bells with the pitter patter of drops. Dark clouds brewed around me, with flashes of lightning and the echo of thunder. My cockpit was sealed, thank god for my emergency guerilla glue, it’s always helpful. My engine was deafening as usual in my little cessna, but the drum of its reverberation calmed me. Relax Angela, relax. I told myself this a lot. Years of flying and I still get a...

Sitting along the wooden posts, Willem looked off-ward, toward a great distance. Towards everything. Rolling clouds, pink horizon, a shimmering expanse of tall green grass--beautiful, he thought. Sounds of sparks and clattering of carts over cobblestones rang behind him. Hey! Willem! Get out here or I’ll cuff you boy! Trying to hide a sigh (and sounding like a sigh by breathing in instead), Willem rose up from his spot, dusted off his trousers, and walked briskly to the grounds. Pick up the...

Door, door, door, door, hallway, door, hallway, door, and finally, another door. Door is such a funny word. Well, every word becomes funny when you say it enough, and I have said this one too much. I don’t know how long I have been in this maze of a hell. Waking up here was disorienting, but the moments after were more so. - My eyes slowly opened, like a creaking door or a particularly frustrating set of window blinds. My mind was slipping. Lucidity took hold and my brain snapped into its...