Death Wish
Short Story 1. The 27th Birthday- Back then, everything was fine. Good days have a way of burning themselves deep in our memory, and then itching like a bitch every time it hurts later....
Tagged: crime
The Boy Who Cried Bacon
Short Story Rachel Steep, currently seated in a hunter’s green armchair across a mahogany table from her student, normally stands a full foot taller than the neurochem-wunderkind Irwin Twimble; granted this doesn’t say much...
The Old Skyline
Spoken Word I was caught out red-handed The backs of my hands Stained with the drops of logic Since following the worst my city Had to offer All of sudden, the horizon and skyscrapers...
Reservoirs
Short Story A vulture floated high in the desert sky, circling around itself. It looked like an insect struggling in the spiderweb of my broken windshield. The taste of iron was heavy in my...
There Is Death In The Clouds
Short Story Noxious wisps of air crept under the study door as Shosanna affixed the gas mask to her face. She collected of all the notes and almanacs and put them into her satchel...
The Furnace Room
Short Story I pass by the same tree everyday. An empty field about a mile back from my house surrounds it. I always take the back way so no one sees me leaving for...
