11 (ELEVEN) Stages Of Hell – Daily Grind

Greetings from the darkened shores of my twisted roads, it’s been sometime since we last spoke, how are you? I’m sorry I haven’t called in a while, but I promise that is going to change as we progress through February.   If you’ve been visiting regularly over the last week (because nothing much else has…

Bad Day: Chinaman, Part Three – Short Story

Three broken fingers, a cracked sternum, two holes in my left shoulder, a broken nose, the worst fucking headache I’ve had this side of Joey Laurence’s bucks night and a clamp on each testical was what greeted me when I came back to reality. China hadn’t has the balks to remove me from the equation just yet,…

Bad Day: Chinaman, Part Two – Short Story

Now that we’re all on the same page, and you’ve caught up to where I’m at let’s get to the business at hand. Chinaman started spewing some shit about the end of days, how he was going to take the family business in a new direction and partnerships like the one his brother Jackie had…

Bad Day: Chinaman, Part One – Short Story

There is proactive, and then there is reactive. One means to get shit in place and sorted before the can is kicked across the yard, while the other is more about figuring out what to do now that some has kicked the can across the yard while you’re standing there with a runny shit slowly…

Pitfalls Of The Famous – Short Story

He places the revolver on the arm of the chair and collapses back into it, staring across the room into her cold dead eyes. “So this is how it ends, this is how the bloody bank settles its final debt is it!” He says as he lets out a violent cough that forces him to…

Daily Grind – The Roundhead – Definitive Edition

One year ago today, The Roundhead truly began, the fist post of its 7 day story arc still holds the biggest hit my blog ever achieved. Now today, well, more like yesterday by the time this is actually posted. The Roundhead has once again graced October with its presence, this time, in a more complete…

You Are My Sin, For I Made You In My Image

The smell makes me gag, I know it’s here, waiting for me, we are locked in this endless war, fighting for survival, fighting to control the words of the story, fighting to be the last, my bastard son, how you have grown, wanting more than you ever deserved, wanting all their sins for yourself, so…

Into The Sand His Blood Did Spill

Endless supplies of the wicked, floods, seas of blood, cries of the innocent, laughter of the guilty, screams of children, lost in the waves, victory, was for the sinners, who took what they crave, the burials were many, as the sickness slowly won, for man strove to be god, but in the end could not…

Play A Dream In The Winter

Grace be with me, given by them, the leaders, the followers, the sinners be damned, I ask for nothing, I take nothing in return, I see this world, for the fool that it is, a piece of fiction, a world created by liars, reduced to a pile, of ashes and shit, yet we give, but…

The Burden Of Another In My Mouth

He takes the sin, and drinks it down, sucking the sweetness, of someone else’s burden, a dance, a song, a wicked deed, a cut, to bleed, the son of man, the devils bitch, the butchers knife, a word, a whisper, a rhyme tonight, to see, to think, to jump up high, a wish granted, a…