Thanks for reading! I enjoy writing in various genres, my favorites being horror/thriller and dark/epic fantasies. I'll also occasionally drop a poem or two.
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La chaqueta de cuero
White people, Miguel mused, have the craziest names for alcoholic drinks. Take this shot, for example. A little Jäegermeister, rum, and some Goldschläger, and you had a drink they called, 'Liquid Cocaine'. The color reminded him more of caramel candy than any of the white powdered stuff he'd ever seen. Maybe cocaine is brown before the refinement process starts, who knows?
- Top Story - August 2023
An Awkward ReceptionTop Story - August 2023
Terry knows he’s going to brain Mr. Perfect soon. He watches, head throbbing, as the groom slow dances with his new wife, Mrs. Bethany Graylock, to Elvis Presley’s, ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’. Bethany, Terry’s childhood friend. The woman I love, he thinks. That should be me with her.
A Bad Date
In hindsight, I should have expected the date to end in disaster. The day started off wrong. That was the first clue. We planned to go hiking a local trail, a hobby we both enjoyed according to our profiles on eHarmony. What better way to get to know someone than to go on a nature walk together?
Aeolus pointed to his enemies, and they fell dead before him. Battle raged only feet in front of him. Fading sunlight reflected against battle hardened swords as the sound of steel crashed against steel. The smell of blood, sweat and feces permeated thick in the warm summer air. Already buzzards circled overhead, waiting to feast.
- Top Story - March 2023
An Ominous Song
Time was slipping away, and with it, Joon's hopes. He needed to find Wymand's portfolio soon. It must be here! He thought, running the candlelight along the joints and cracks of Wymand's heavy desk. There had to be a hidden latch or a pressure switch here. He probed with experienced fingers sensitive to anything seemingly out of place.
A Special Delivery
“God, I wish you would put me out of my misery.” Ryan says, staring at the ceiling through dry, puffy eyes. Sleep has been eluding him for months. He can’t remember the last time he slept for longer than forty-five minutes at a time, or more than four total hours in a given night. When was the last time I actually had a dream?