The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
The lights bleed into the darkness, jumping from one post to the next, diluted by the sharp streams of water that cascades down from the heavens above to the earth below. He grips the lead tightly and pulls the dog along quickly, keeping his eyes focused on the footpath ahead, feverishly scanning from side to …
Continue reading "There’s Something About The Rain – Short Story"
The lights bleeds into the darkness, jumping from one post to the next. He grips the dog lead tightly and pulls his dog Abby along quickly, keeping his eyes focused on the footpath ahead. The music blares in his ears, sedating the nervousness but not curing it. His eyes shoot towards the dimly lit screen of …
Continue reading "Withered Shadows Reflect Your Sin – Short Story"
Wretched is your design, life’s blisters run up your spine, the flesh of another beneath your nails, your words twisted within lies and fairy tales, sedating your hate in worthless bars, cover your flesh to hide the scars, you throw your weight, perpetuating your self hate, losing your battle, disenchanting the cattle, and as you drop …
He smiles and leans back in the leather seat, not breaking eye contact. “What makes you think I miss it?” He asks as he presses a handful of fingers into his right temple. “Because like, you don’t just decide one day that that’s it, and hang up everything you are. Fuck Donny, I’ve listened to …
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The blade digs deep into his chest and he falls to his knees as his bottom lip quivers relentlessly with fear. “Patience is the virtue of all who worship his eternal grace, can you feel it wash over you as you attempt to hold onto this pathetic existence?” Jordan says as he throws his arms …
“Do you think your apology is worthy of my forgiveness Blake?” Oliver hisses as he runs his hands across the top of the desk, leaving a trail through the dust behind them. “I-I-It was honest, s-s-shouldn’t that be enough?” “HONESTY is overrated,” he replies as he flicks his fingers from the side of the desk …
“I was once like you,”’he says while taking a sip of the hot tea. “Nothing could come fast enough, the world could not pay me what it owed me. But then she happened and it all changed,” he says with a soft smile. “Who was she?” Carter asks. “The love of my life.” Carter laughs …
Continue reading "Embrace Who You Have Been, Tomorrow – Short Story"
“You don’t understand what I’m saying, you can’t! Don’t you see, you’re one of them as well. Just like the rest,” Trevor yells as he presses himself against the door. “You’re sick son, stop this insane babbling and let me in before anyone else has to get hurt!” “Stop lying! You’re the one who is …
Continue reading "What’s In The Water These Days – Short Story"
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