It was pain that didn't exist, something that was hurting before it's time. An ache that didn't exist, but all it did was make its presence known. That how the boy could best describe it. The old man looked at him for a bit, stroking his chin thoughtfully, smacking lips like he was about to… Continue reading The Missing in Bloom
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SHORTS: FIGHT ON
Well then let me tell you something, Kimber, I am here to fight for the best prize there is a man can get…†Figs could almost hear the priest eyes roll at this over his spell being said “ No not gold, not glory, mind you…†He wrapped around the hand, and started binding between the fingersâ Revenge
The Commute
“Listen” he said, eyes wide to the sky, “LISTEN AND YOU CAN HEAR” Velour ignored the hobo as soon as she saw his testicles hanging out for his toga. She moved around, pinning a slower pedestrian in between the man with extra smell, so she could not have to connect at all. Her morning playlist… Continue reading The Commute
SKETCHBOOK: Psycho Titties
I remember in college there was a girl, (isn't that always the story?) and she was kind of cool and all that, but supposedly in a relationship she was a FUCKING PSYCHO. Like burn the house down with you in it kind of psycho, okay? This isn't just texting every 10 minutes psycho-lite, now with less… Continue reading SKETCHBOOK: Psycho Titties
The Fat Runner
He came tearing down the street, huffing and puffing, a sweaty lump of meat in a shitty out of style suit. No one said shit until he collided with the first guy, who hit the floor with a thud full of echo. That when we turned around, and saw him not even apologize or look… Continue reading The Fat Runner
