sometimes i have the ugly thoughts sometimes i have the ugly thoughts. not to act upon, just in my head. it’s scary, because it’s not my(more…)
Stories
Arla and the Fish (4)
Arla pulled her car next to the van as William – Lieutenant Bryant, in the current circumstance – said to. Lieutenant, Arla thought to herself.(more…)
Payback for David Glen
Bernard sat at his computer tapping away at the keys of his mechanical keyboard. The thick clack filling the small studio apartment. Bernard’s nicotine stained fingers(more…)
Uglies of the Night (The End)
The smell hit them before Lucille’s door was fully opened. Rushing to his girlfriend’s side, Jake looked at the peaceful face of Lucille. Before he(more…)
Uglies of the Night (Part 5)
Lucille walked into his room. Still in his t-shirt and boxers, her hair flowing behind her. A silver strand standing out amongst the rest. She(more…)
Imitating Flesh
(A Practice in Poetry) Thick and texturedragged and rawNights spent in heaps of dreams & sweat.I reach for you, touch air – fingers don’t forget.(more…)
Uglies of the Night (Part 4)
The moon had moved into view from their spot on the stairs by the time Lucille could speak coherently. Jake had talked her into going(more…)
Uglies of the Night (Part 3)
“I’m not trying to upset you,” Jake said, taking her hand, “but there’s two explinations a normal person would come up with for that,” he(more…)
Uglies of the Night (Part 2)
Work had been a bear. Lucille tossed her backpack, her purse, and her lunch box – still mostly full of food – onto the passenger’s(more…)
Uglies of the Night (Part 1)
Her ribs were aching. Sore and stiff from sleeping on the couch, but the pain was better than the fear. You in bed? Lucille’s boyfriend(more…)
