Waves crash their timeless beat on the gargantuan metal legs of the Gates, a bridge that stretches across the ocean connecting two masses of land. Their torrent is but a faint splash from atop the northern cliff, the gusts of wind deafen the natural music. The shoreline glistens; there are no clouds in sight to … Continue reading The Hangman
The Mutts
The tall silhouette of an old factory building looms over the bay, remnants of on old drug compound. It once housed the Dandy Mordecai, notorious for his blood lust and hatred for anyone not of higher lineage. The building itself hangs on the thread of usefulness, it's still riddled with the bullet holes of the … Continue reading The Mutts
The Dead
The afternoon sun blinds Marty after a night of bingeing; his tattered pants hang loosely around his hips. Clara walks sleepily behind him and wraps her arms around his middle and helps him fasten his belt as he polishes off the dregs of something strong in his cup. The parking lot out side of the … Continue reading The Dead
The Order
There he was, Kurtis “The Original” Robinson, the head of the black bullets for the past ten years, member since birth. His white hat sitting neatly on the head of a gorgeous black beauty lying on the coffee table presenting herself to him. A blond between his legs bobs up and down with rigor as … Continue reading The Order
The Club
“welcome to the nastiest, skankiest, shit hole this side of the dead man river. The hoes in here are wet with sweat, rough with gruff, and ready to go steady, ya dig hombre.” Samuel the doorman says in his wheezy voice, his long mane of hair as dark as his skin shines in the red … Continue reading The Club
The Boss
“I can believe you plugged him Marty, what would your mum say” the man with the pointed hat calls out, he sits in the back of a pearl white Cadillac. The only light from the back seat is the ruby on the tip of his cigar, with every puff his round features can be seen. … Continue reading The Boss
Mugged
Matthew's face hits the window with enough force to bust his lip, but the window doesn’t burst. He lands on all fours, panting and bleeding, the mugger grabs a firm hold onto a chunk of Matthews hair and sends a fist into his already bleeding face. He falls to the floor like he had been … Continue reading Mugged
Ain’t Nothing like a Dame
The door bursts open from the weight of Wayne’s body thrown against it. His hat goes flying ten feet away from where his head smacks into the concrete, and he lies there with his tuxedo scuffed at the knees, the collar torn, and the tie hanging limply over his shoulders. His cheekbones are swollen and … Continue reading Ain’t Nothing like a Dame
Thought of a Thinker 