Mr. Benvoni, the biggest drug lord in the country, is sitting with his back to the limo driver. He carries a somber expression on his liver spotted face, while spinning a cigarette lighter between skeletal fingers. There are few things that bring a smile to his face, and Solace sitting uncomfortably between two burly men … Continue reading The Theater
Journal Entry: Farris
I was roused by the faintest tinkle of Rosanne’s bejeweled Hip scarf. Her glorious body, sun kissed from weeks in the Greek sun, stood above me. With her hands behind her head, she stretched and released a low moan. Without a word, she walks out of our canopy tent, taking the sweet smell of oil … Continue reading Journal Entry: Farris
Journal Entry: Daren
It has been fourteen years now since I came home to a terrifying sight of blood and gore. Fourteen years since I screamed with such horror I ripped the soft lining of my esophagus. It has taken fourteen years of struggle to finally talk about the day I found my wife and two children dead. … Continue reading Journal Entry: Daren
Journal Entry: Pseudonym
Today while going to visit my sister for her birthday I found my niece, she’s only thirteen, was standing out on the porch crying with her hands over her ears. When she saw me she leapt into my arms and told me what was going on inside. Her dad was beating my sister because dinner … Continue reading Journal Entry: Pseudonym
Journal Entry: Vincent
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
Thought of a Thinker 