I watched the sun brake over the horizon, it was magnificent. I took a stroll after my nightly romp with the young Constance. She and I have been linked together by heavenly love for years now, but only recently by more earthly pleasures. It saddens me to say that our love may be short lived, … Continue reading Journal Entry 3: William S.
Journal Entry 2: Arthur
This day has been a difficult one, more so than any I can remember. Not only did I have to rise earlier than I’ve had to in months to grind all the herbs for the elixirs, a flood ravaged my cellar, but fourteen different souls made their way to me in the half hour I … Continue reading Journal Entry 2: Arthur
Journal Entry 1: Sam
April 26 Today was a wonderful day, I was at work today with all of the kids ready to make origami. I know it's only been four day since I was hired on The Folds of Life, Chanel 44... I don't know why I wrote that in my own journal but I guess we all … Continue reading Journal Entry 1: Sam
The Hangman
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 Toys
Sunlight streaks through the holes in the walls and ceiling, it glints off the beautiful works of art that are the cabs. The massive boat-like cruse vehicles with winged tail lights sit at the front of the pack. Behind them are the locomotive styled, low slung old-man cabs that make you want to sit low … Continue reading The Toys
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
Thought of a Thinker 