“Tell me where the goddamn journals are.” Edward McWrither grunts, punching Solace twice after every word. After an hour of this its no surprise Solace looks like a dropped pizza strapped to a chair. “Eat me.” he spits blood at the ashtray of joints sitting next to him. There are boxes of torn books piled … Continue reading Beaten and Stoned
Welcome Home
The bus rumbles along a lightly populated street. The inhabitants don't know who the McWrither brothers are taking into their compound, and as long as it isn't any of them, they don't care. If, instead of looking at their shoes as the bus passed, they looked through the window, they would see a young man … Continue reading Welcome Home
Thought of a Thinker 