Bad Day: Queen For A Day, Part Four – Short Story

The world was spinning like a fucking merry-go-round on crack as Shera the princess of power picked me up and forced my head in between her massive thighs setting me up for a perigee while also dousing my head with a vomit worthy offering of rank pussy juice. She drove my face into the ground…

Bad Day: Queen For A Day, Part Three – Short Story

“You think you can around killing members of my family and live pig dog?” The well libricated voice of Sasha Villmemore hisses. Sasha was vomited from his mother’s vigina and slapped with the name Sergio Segligari before he’d even cried his first shit scared tear when he first clapped his eyes on his old man,…

Bad Day: Queen For A Day, Part Two – Short Story

The world was a mess as the second boot connected with the side of my head, and I went twisting all around the pool, except there was no pool and I wasn’t really twisting, it was more like cascading to the floor like a free flowing tap. “Rat bastard!” I head a woman’s voice hiss,…

Bad Day: Queen For A Day, Part One – Short Story

The saltiness of my blood hit the back of my throat and forced a suction like effect to take place, leaving me to desperately struggle for a breath. My concentration thankfully was broken some seconds later as another fist hit me in the side of the jaw, dislodging another tooth. I felt something grab at…

A Mirror Shows No Shadow Only Its Reflection – Part One

The bitterly cold March winds claw at his face as he forces each step forward, pulling on the dogs leash sporadically as he tries to keep the pace forward and her stop to the bare minimum. The music blares powerfully in each ear blocking out the rest of the world, allow his mind to escape…

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…

The Curtain Begins To Part, The Shows About To Start – Short Story

The lights twist and turn in the darkness, creating shadows that seem alive with movement. His mind frantically creates dark doubts and fears that implode with a plethora of images that burn their way into his brain. An explosion ripped through the electrified air and he feels the madness washing over him as familiar faces…

Paint Me A Picture Of A World Gone Away – Short Story

He stands in the empty corridor bathing in the light, then as quickly as it birthed itself into existence the light is gone and he stands looking down an all too familiar hallway. Slowly he allows his gaze to drift along the rows of widows facing out from the rooms that shoot off the hallway,…

Burn The Wave Length – Short Story

He sits staring at the computer screen half a daze by the deep low-level vibration that hums its way through his semi aware frame. A high-pitched squeal perpetuates his ear drums like colorful explosions given life by his subdued mind. He grabs the small hand-held walkie-talkie from the desk beside him and takes a deep…

We Are… – Part Thirty-One

Marty smiles nervously, as he feels the edge of hit top lip quiver with annoyance. “S-S-SURPR-P-PRISE!” Sophie yells with glee, laughing hysterically before her face becomes emotionless and she stares coldly at Marty. “I CANNN TELL B-B-BY THE LOOK ON Y-Y-YYOUR ROT-T-TTEN FACE YOU DIDN’T EXPECT P-P-POOR LITTLE SOPHIE TO B-B-BE I-I-ITS WAY IN!” Marty…