Tag: fiction

Ladies and gentleman, I write horror stories. I can tell from the hush in the crowd that I have offended some of you, and for that I apologize. It shouldn't have taken me this long to offend you. I need to try harder. Truly. It's strange, this tag system we have as humans, where we… Continue reading Horror Anonymous →

WEAPON My body is a weapon, a breathing, bleeding, seething thing waiting to be freed. My body is a weapon, sucking life from me; my body is a weapon, its beauty mine to see. My body is a weapon, a promise yet fulfilled; this body is a weapon, with many more to kill. In me… Continue reading Weapon →

The day changed. Changed in a matter of moments, seconds, the sun being eaten alive by a rolling mass of clouds that stained the sky and changed day to night. The day was stolen and replaced by night’s grim façade but the two girls, like night and day themselves, are ignorant to what is happening… Continue reading The Lightning People – story →

Well, not really but that sounds way cooler than - welcome to my blog of words! Or... Welcome to my interweb word orgy. See, no one likes to go to word orgies 'cause they're gross. You lose track of which is a pronoun, which is a noun and, in the end, you end up with… Continue reading Welcome to Thunderdome →

this was inspired by a story a friend told me about someone's pregnancy and the story haunted me and this was the result. So It Is. The sky meets the ground, the ground meets the sky and I am trapped in the heart of the blue, twisted and caught in it and pulled down below… Continue reading So It Is – a story →

Dead Letters Found in the remnants of rains that never fell, in the darkest corners of the broken heart, in the scars that crisscross your fragile form, I find dead letters of who you were. Taken, or given, we’ll never know, left to mutter through dead letters, dead bones, dead bodies and dreams, someone once… Continue reading Dead Letters →

Hidden Eyes It had only been a moment. Only a moment. It was only a moment but in that moment the sun ceased giving off its heat, the weight in the soldier’s hands became like lead, and the twenty-year-old’s blood turned immediately to ice. He felt suddenly cold beneath the sweat of the summer’s day,… Continue reading Hidden Eyes – story →

A Frowning Jar So, I met this girl a couple of years ago when I was in college. Nice enough girl, a history major, but she never smiled. And when I say never, I mean never. It was the strangest thing. I had never, and have not since met someone who just didn't smile. Even… Continue reading A Frowning Jar (my birthday story for Miss Justin P) →