I ate today. Even though I hadn’t in four days, I made sure this meal was eaten slowly. Her name was Constance, she was a member of the Vegetarian club. I bring it up because I, like many others these days, love bragging about the healthy foods I consume. I don’t plan on posting it … Continue reading Journal Entry: Vincent
Journal Entry: Gordon
I have returned home after a month of travel, tired and aching for the familiar. Forty hours in a carriage is no way to obtain a good night’s rest. My cloak hangs heavy at the foot of my bed, the rest of my clothes fell like logs next to the steaming bath my servants have … Continue reading Journal Entry: Gordon
Ten Years Ago: Part Three
It was the morning of the third day, that’s when Marvin’s patients vanished. The ferocity of his attacks against Byron’s broken body blistered my psyche. I screamed alongside my friend, and I screamed even louder when the viciousness was turned on me. He choked me until my vision went foggy with deaths shadow, and released … Continue reading Ten Years Ago: Part Three
Ten Years Ago: Part Two
The clank-pang of the rickety metal staircase bothered me only slightly as much as the gun pointed at my back. One wobbly descent later and I was at the entrance of hell, all mater of demonic being poked their heads out of cardboard homes and trash bag tents. The scattered light played off their eyes … Continue reading Ten Years Ago: Part Two
Ten Years Ago: Part One
It was a back alley somewhere near the bus station. I feel that’s how a story should start when it takes place in Los Angeles. Byron and I were cold and sober, we had just taken an overnight bus from Nevada and where dying for a bite to eat. And this back alley smelled like … Continue reading Ten Years Ago: Part One
Crazy Eight
Patricia, holding a yoga mat in one hand and a bottle of water in the other, makes her way up to the roof of the club house. She climbs the stairs as fast as possible while maneuvering around old liquor bottles and beer cans. She is already late for her work out with Vera, Penn … Continue reading Crazy Eight
The Club
Visitors and staff alike scurry out of the way as a gaggle of low slung choppers, hogs, hot rods and muscle cars roar into the hospital parking lot. Riding lead is the midget biker, and president of the Destroyers, Tony ‘Death Kill’ jones. They all come to a stop at the entrance of the hospital, … Continue reading The Club
Bad Nurse
“Are you sure? He’s going to get better?” Andy says leaning on his new cane. “Yes, the poison from the Consolida, or Larkspur, was the cause for all of the hubbub.” The doctor says, his hands on his hips and cocked head show a little too much relief. Jacob doesn’t let up, “what about the … Continue reading Bad Nurse
Leather, Brothers and Books.
Hideout The cabin’s roof has fallen, the debris still smokes in places. A pack of terribly disfigured humans sniff around the rubble, searching for survivors. Behind them, holding tight to their leashes, stands a red leather clad demon with almond eyes lined in white pencil. Gloria Gillory breathes in deeply, savoring the smell of destruction. … Continue reading Leather, Brothers and Books.
Trees and Teas
The sun coming through the window flickers with the shadows of the oak tree’s thousands of leaves. The shadows makes it easy for Solace to groggily open his eyes. It’s been four days since his transplant and the only visitors he’s had were the nurses and a very irritated doctor. He was able to convince … Continue reading Trees and Teas
Thought of a Thinker 