It started with blood, like it always does, normally though, it’s not mine, I tasted it in my mouth, and spat a wad of it to the ground, then forced myself to my feet. The room spun like some fucked up merry-go-round, and he laughed, fucking piece of shit, if he didn’t crack me in…
Month: February 2017
Day 292 – The Shell – Short Story
The day was glorious, as the sun beat down, onto the family, as they splashed all around. A day at the beach, a day in the sun, a day of adventure, a day full of fun. Laney was running, searching for shells in the sand, while Stella her dog, was attempting to give her a…
Day 291 – Bad Day – The Russian – Part Five – Short Story
I guess the end of all this shit started with Galboldi sitting in a chair, stinking of piss and shit, his hands were both a mess of bones, flesh and blood, and his fingers, well six were wedged up his nostrils and the other two were sticking out of each ear, I won’t mention where…
Day 290 – Bad Day – The Russian – Part Four – Short Story
Fucking Killdone, can’t believe the fat fuck made such a big deal out of the mess I made of Old Man Galboldi, it’s not like I killed the old fucker, in fact Killdone’s business should get stronger, but hey, that’s what I get for taking it upon myself to straighten out his fuck ups. It’s…
Day 289 – Bad Day – The Russian – Part Three – Short Story
They all stare at his empty eyes, void of life, his mouth hanging open, and his tongue dangling from it. I don’t know how long it kept the room silent, a few second maybe, but, it felt longer. They just stared at The Bears’ severed head like it was the only thing in the room,…
Day 288 – Bad Day – The Russian – Part Two – Short Story
One hundred and seventy-two staples, three teeth, a small amount of blood in my urine, my left finger, three boxes of pain killers, three balls of coke, a copy of playboy playmate of the year, nineteen eighty-two edition, half a box of tissues, and seven Russian gangsters, all in all, a very packed thirteen hours,…
Day 287 – Bad Day – The Russian – Part One – Short Story
I taste the blood, spit a wad of it to the ground, and force myself to my feet. The room spins, and he laughs, fucking piece of shit, if he didn’t smack me in the back of the head like a coward, this would be a fair fucking fight, shit, anything right now would be…
Day 286 – Days – Short Story
“I remember what it felt like, when they came and took them, I still,” his lip quivers as he looks to the ground, his eyes widen, and she places a hand on his. “It’s okay to fell the pain, no one will judge you, you have to let go,” she says. “I-I-I, I wish I…
Day 285 – Dark Stars: Quake, Part Four- Short Story
The Players so far.. Zander Kane, once a trusted and highly decorated general for the United Federation, Kane betrayed not only his own race, but his own flesh and blood to join the Dark Collective, so he could be with the woman he loved. Now, he rides stardust and slipstreams, captaining the Betha, fighting for…
Day 284 – Stay – Short Story
It was cold, and wet, when I first saw her, when we first met. I was swept away, in dirty thoughts, places my mind should never have went, up there with the astronauts. We clicked in ways I’ve never known, we laughed constantly, we fucked like rabbits, I knew I loved her instantly. But the…
