Kyle Cejka is an incarcerated author whose profile is facilitated by his Wife, Cydnie. He lacks direct internet access, but is determined to fulfill his lifelong dream of being a world-reknowned bestselling author despite any obstacles.
An Exorcism in Roanoke
"Non est mourta, quod potest mendacium aeternum. Mirumque aeos, mors quoque peread." The words vibrated within the sacred circle, deepening with each reverberation like the knelling of a distant bell. Beyond the circle of salt, behind the eight women standing around it, inky shadows swelled from the earthen floor. Swirling they rose, defying the golden radiance of fat candles lining the room, encroaching into their domain where only moments before no shadow dare intrude. With airy fingers, the shadows pressed upon the backs of the eight; caressing bare flesh like the memory of former lovers.
- Top Story - October 2023
I Want to Give the World NachosTop Story - October 2023
The Story: I have been incarcerated for nearly 22 years. Throughout this time, food has held a special kind of significance: food served by the prison is rarely filling, cooked by inmates who are more concerned with stealing anything good and filling their own bellies than they are with seeing that their fellow inmates are able to eat as well as they. On the rare occasions we are fed something decent, there is a rush of people trying to buy or barter for the "good tray." Thanksgiving and Christmas trays, with their extra portion of real turkey meat, rolls, and extra cake with white icing can be sold for as much as $10.
In prison, everyone's got stories. More often than not, they're bullshit. But when you spend twenty-three out of every twenty-four hours in an eight-by-fourteen cement box, there isn't much else to do. In the hole at Wallens Ridge State Prison, the stories were bigger, longer, and more full of shit than anywhere else.
My real name is Charlie—Charlie Gleaning. "Goat" is a name I picked up in prison on account of my chin-beard and that I eat pretty much everything. Up until five years ago, I was as godless as they come. I drank too much, fucked my stripper girlfriend like my life depended on it, and pretty much did as I pleased. Life was good.