Just a guy who likes to write weird stories and books.
Rice is Nice
David reached for the old black switch with the cracked faceplate and flipped it up. The fluorescent lights below flickered on with a soft hum, but over that he thought he could hear the sounds of breathing. Descending the worn wooden steps slowly, David took his time, savouring the anticipation.
Taking the Piss
“Hey! Hey you! Wake up, you lazy, good for nothing dew-beater. I need to take a piss!” the emperor roared from His massive four-poster bed.
Whistling softly to himself, Jacob locked the door and crossed the street to wait for his lift. If only he’d get that damn promotion, they’d be able to afford a second car—Karen’s new schedule was great… for her. Not so much for him. He jingled his keys in his pocket and rocked back on his heels, mentally going over the changes he’d made to the Simpkins portfolio as he scanned the far-off intersection.
Replaced in Darkness
“Do you really have to go?” Seth was used to his father rushing out at all hours, but the power still hadn’t come back on yet, so he’d truly be alone. There was no bright, flickering TV to hold back the hollow darkness, no canned laugh tracks to drown out the creaks and groans of the old house.
A Man's Toy
The naked man in the gilded cage didn’t lift his head right away when I entered the room. He was a little older than the last one, fairer skinned… perhaps a touch more muscular. He would be handsome of features, of course—they were all handsome. He rose as I approached, smiling at me through the bars.
Christos and the Mist
Chris put his hands behind his head, sighing happily, and closed his eyes. It was his last full day in Crete and he was making the best of the glorious, warm weather. His grandmother’s big uncovered veranda was just perfect for soaking in the sun before he had to return to his real life back in Toronto.