Enforcer
New fiction finally, I hope you enjoy.
Read More EnforcerNew fiction finally, I hope you enjoy.
Read More EnforcerA girl with black hair and no one to talk to scribbles furiously in her notebook trying to coerce movement from the lines on the paper by flipping quickly through the pages. It works well after a few tries and the loosely sketched dragon devours the more detailed cow in the field, leaving puddles of […]
Read More IntentionThe few people I pass by sitting in their crumbling cars breathing warm air into their hands, look at me and can see that tonight is different. I don’t look at my feet like I usually do, and the energy surrounding me is akin to the static in the wind after a lightning strike. The […]
Read More TonightI see a woman from my doorway painting the side of her house with her hands. She’s wearing a gray t-shirt with no logo and jeans that have a bleach stain in the shape of lake Michigan on the left thigh. It seems strange at first, but my attention quickly shifts when I notice a […]
Read More StainBroken windshield wipers make the people drive slowly, and it doesn’t take long for someone to start seeing in distorted blurs to match the refracted mess above their dashboard. It’s hard to hold in when their angry sometimes, so they get drunk and drag around a opossum in a burlap sac. They do it only […]
Read More DashboardBlisters on our hands pop like bubble wrap, and the drive home is filled with clowns that like to lay down in the middle of the road and hope you don’t see them, but we do and are required by law not to give them the satisfaction of completing their joke. Everyone around me wears […]
Read More BlistersA fish flops on a splintered dock until the wood starts to rake the scales off its side. The fisherman is drunk and laughing at the top of his lungs, which are worn down from the residue of numerous cigars. Worms tangle themselves together in the bait box and believe wholeheartedly that Styrofoam is the […]
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