Month: March 2017

"So, tell me again, this time, so everyone can hear you," the sloppily dresses man says as he caresses the three-day old hair fibers that grow on his pronounced chin. She looks up at him and bites down into her lower lip, squinting her left eye as a sharp shot of pain strikes the back …

Continue reading "43 Days Until The End – Past Lies – Short Story"

The doctors said I was lucky, it could've been worse, the accident I'm talking about. I still don't remember much off what happened, just pain, just a whole god damn lot of pain.  In fact, my memory as a whole is pretty much a mess, I remember little bits of things from my childhood, a bit …

Continue reading "44 Days Until The End – Constricted – Short Story"

Fickle things, we are, made up of easily damaged, irreplaceable parts, that our whole existence depends on, but we treat like absolute shite. Case in question, this almost empty glass of bourbon, it's been a welcome friend of mine for almost twenty-six years, the doctor told me last week, if I didn't stop, if I …

Continue reading "45 Days Until The End – March Hares – Short Story"

"They say, when you know what you've got, you should hold on as tight as you can, and never let it go. Sage advice for the trouble soul, or just an excuse cooked up by sick perverts who need an outlet for their desperation, their depravities, their, hopelessness," he says as he nervously picks up a glass …

Continue reading "47 Days Until The End – Me And Mine – Short Story"

It stings, like a fucking bitch, I want to rip my eyes from my head, but, that'd just be letting her win, she'd already taken so much. "Does it sting?" She asks, like why the fuck would she ask? I'm on the ground, clawing at my face screaming in pain, of course it fucking hurts, …

Continue reading "48 Days Until The End – Starch – Short Story"

Perhaps, a word used to possibly answer a question, without actually providing one, I know, in my time, I've used it to avoid honestly answering questions I feel incapable of answering at the time, be it for personal or more complex reasons. Why am I telling YOU all this? Well, doesn't it make sense? Doesn't …

Continue reading "49 Days Until The End – Perhaps – Short Story"

They said the end would come, they told me, whispering it in my ears, telling me of the end, how it would happen, and, more importantly when, today, minutes from now, in fact, so, won't you sit with me, and watch? She places the cup down, and looks across the table, through the window, and …

Continue reading "50 Days Until The End – Unraveling – Short Story"