Nick is the Co-Founder and Executive Director of The Ibis Theatre Company (shadowoftheibis.com) as well as a general Theatre Artist, Graphic Designer and Sculptor.
Germaine Street - Chapter Seven
Gudrun opened her eyes, pale and aquamarine as the walls of the Vatnajökull caves, and yawned. To her left PhinFlam stirred slightly and mumbled something about thorns and furrows in Gaeilge Ársa. Itsuki had joined them around 2 am and had chosen the form of a young man with flowing green locks and silvery skin for the rest of their conscious time.
Germaine Street - Chapter SIx
Vincent peered at the camera “Am I centered?” Abby assessed how her brother looked in the preview window, “go a little to the left Vince”
Atlas And His Parts
It turned out, When Atlas Shrugged, His overcoat tumbled. As it hit the ground, It was clear That he was not, As had been presupposed,
Germaine Street - Chapter Five
“Look, I’m not going to hurt you” the attempted reasonableness in DiDi’s voice was betrayed by a touch of desperation as she sat at her kitchen table and addressed the wicker picnic basket in front of her, held closed with a rock.
Germaine Street - Chapter Four
Like their parents and older sister, Randolph, Connor and Shawn Rirsen had noticed the new neighbors. Unlike Kitty, Tobias and Lizzie, the triplets were 14 and had been especially observant of the fact that the new neighbors were mostly comprised of girls.
Germaine Street - Chapter Three
The clattering of the trash cans snapped L’leth out of her slumber. After her eyes adapted to the tiny amount of light in the casket, she noticed the scribbled mistive in her husband’s hand:
Germaine Street - Chapter Two
The four mask form Itsuki took when they hung around the house always weirded Darius out. It wasn’t that the Yōsei was incapable of taking more anthropomorphic shape but they were very disinclined to. Darius suspected it was because Itsuki knew how weird most other beings found it.
Germaine Street - Chapter One
It started as a smell. No, that’s too concrete a description, it started as a scent. Not quite perceptible but enough to set Kitty Rirsen’s concentration off track. She had been in the middle of prepping the whitetail chili when she began to, well, “notice” was perhaps putting it too strongly but something felt..off. The fine hairs that had run down her spine the last few days bristled unbidden, Kitty was glad that it wasn’t closer to the core days.