The Bearded Bartender
I am a creator of many things: stories, poems, songs, and much more. Here you will be able to read the insanity that runs through my mind, ranging from light hearted to complete darkness. Hope you enjoy the world inside my mind.
Searching for the Sound
I walked through the deserted house, curious if I could find anything worth selling. In the far end of the house, I heard a creak of a board and my heart immediately jumped into my throat. I got a hold of my nerves by telling myself that there was nothing to fear. All of a sudden, I saw a shadow dart across the wall and disappear into the next room. Something drew me towards it, probably curiosity or stupidity.
Awaiting My Fate
I sit staring at the gray lifeless walls I hear the footfalls down the hall I know the time is drawing near I stare down at my meal
I walked through fields of broken glass Trying not to bleed Trying not to hurt Looking for a way to end the pain The hurt, the misery