Fixed On War
Short Story Face down in the mud, I dragged myself through thorns and thickets of shrubs. The damp was seeping into my boots, and the chill biting at my flesh. My men surrounded...
Tagged: violence
Reservoirs
Short Fiction 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...
Son of a Witch – Sam
Sam would become the true friend Gio had so ardently wished for when he was twelve. Sam has been to hell three separate times and all he got were some lousy scars. He goes out...
My Vagabond Shoes
Short Story He was staring at my vagabond Fred Perry’s. They make a subtle suggestion, I said, that I am a bad-ass motherfucker. He grinned condescendingly. My dark grey jeans complimenting that notion as...
The Tramp – Part Five
Serial Story Down the road, the Tramp saw a collection of cars jumbled together in a massive crash that must have contained at the very least eight automobiles. Knowing he didn’t have enough...
The Tramp – Part Four
Serial Story The Tramp began a mad frenzy of a display running through the crowds of fleeing people. His blades were thirsty for blood and he was more than willing to quench their...
Architecture
Short Story They pushed me into the lockers and onto the ground. Derek and Burton ripped my clothes off and had everyone whip me with their belts. With every whip I was called...
The Malevolent One – Part Five
Serial Fiction Story Joe sat chained to his hospital bed. His wrist already beginning to chafe against the plastic zip tie that held his stiff body in the bed. When the alarm first...
