Ricky Hurlich

The Tiger and the Snake

Where death’s cruel embrace lingers and the legacy is but ashes, a father decaying in the clutches of addiction unravels a tale of relentless obsession and shadows that whisper chilling lullabies, begging for the sleep that eludes them. In the dimly lit room, the emaciated figure of Samuel Holloway hunched over a weathered table, hisContinue reading “The Tiger and the Snake”

Land of Nod

Beneath the boughs of twisted trees, a saga unfurls,A tapestry of shadows, where the heart swirls.Families entwined in a web of deceit,In a realm where redemption and darkness meet. Silent whispers echo through the night,Secrets veiled in the pale moonlight.Brothers bound by a covenant strained,In the dance of shadows, truth is gained. Fields of discontent,Continue reading “Land of Nod”

Quiet Tale

Peace in your absence Villainous in your story Worth the quiet tale

A Burden, A Lament

In the scorched city, death’s cruel scorn,Ashen remnants, a legacy born.A decaying father, addiction’s kin,His life in flames, consumed within. Chased away by fixations dark,A walking corpse, a soul marked.Creation turned to hunger’s throes,No end in sight, the obsession grows. Legs move forward, a relentless stride,Addictions itch, at his throat, reside.Knee-deep in the ash heContinue reading “A Burden, A Lament”

Cradled Verses

In quiet hush, a muse calls my name,Words dance in my mind, a literary game.Yet, nestled in warmth, a sickly embrace,A sleeping baby, a tender, sweet space. The keyboard whispers, a silent plea,As tiny breaths weave a lullaby for me.Desires to write, an unwritten tale,But cradled in stillness, we softly prevail. In the dance ofContinue reading “Cradled Verses”

The Assault

In the dimly lit room, where beer bottles and band magazines were scattered like forgotten relics, a wet crack shattered the early morning peace. Taylor’s eyes snapped open as an unexpected wave of pain seared across his face, leaving him disoriented and in agony. He could feel the warm stickiness of blood on his handContinue reading “The Assault”

The Pebble and the Barrel

Part 1: The Discovery I stood alone in my dimly lit underground laboratory, surrounded by a labyrinth of machinery and humming computers. A white lab coat draped over my shoulders, and my bulky prescription lenses shielded my eyes as I meticulously adjusted the dials and monitored the holographic displays. The particle assembler, my life’s work,Continue reading “The Pebble and the Barrel”

Humans Are a Curious Race

Humans are a curious race. The choice that had been made was nothing short of a revelation that left my fellow Daelen in absolute disbelief. It was a decision that defied the norms and traditions of our species, one that none could have anticipated. Instead of remaining on our lush and harmonious home planet, thrivingContinue reading “Humans Are a Curious Race”