Crumbs from the Table

He is extremely tall and is decked in black. Black trench coat, turtleneck, pants, boots, and even his hair is jet black.

The man swiftly turns to face Jack, gold eyes blazing.

"Why are you here?" He asks.

"I-uh-well-I'm-"

The man gets closer, eyes narrowing.

"How did you get here?"

"By-by-by-uh-by bike?"

"Impossible."

- (an excerpt from "Run," the first short)

A collection of unfinished pieces. Fantasy and sci fi mainly.

Whichever gets the most views and such will be turned into a full story.