Falling
July 21st, 2010 | Published in Poetry, Writing | No Comments
And she who danced upon the darkness,
breaks and thrashes on the floor.
Throwing fits of rage and fury,
torn and sundered to the core.
July 21st, 2010 | Published in Poetry, Writing | No Comments
And she who danced upon the darkness,
breaks and thrashes on the floor.
Throwing fits of rage and fury,
torn and sundered to the core.
May 3rd, 2010 | Published in Short Stories, Writing | No Comments
” ‘Fight the good fight,’ he said,” mumbled Ben, almost incoherently, to nobody in particular.
The silence became a living thing. Everyone knew about the Chicago explosion. By then, everyone in the bar stared at Ben in complete shock, not even breathing to disrupt his narrative.
April 20th, 2010 | Published in Short Stories, Writing | No Comments
Erin lasted longer than he expected. Two weeks he’d traveled through towns picking up supplies and killin’ every damn zombie he saw. But Erin knew he’d never make any genuine progress that way, so he left the back-roads for good. He followed the tributary streets into highways and finally the interstates, heading to the biggest mall he could find, knowing the zombies would congregate there to feed.
April 20th, 2010 | Published in Short Stories, Writing | No Comments
Sam pressed the accelerator into the floorboards, trying not to stand in his panic. He risked a glance at Kristen and suppressed a sob.
April 10th, 2010 | Published in Short Stories, Writing | No Comments
“Son, let me tell you somethin’. Anyone says truth is stranger than fiction, really means he just saw somethin’ impossible happen, an’ can’t believe it ain’t. Nothin’s stranger than fiction, an’ whoever denies it only wants to run away from the truth. The truth is mean, Son, an’ cold. It ain’t no fairy tale; that you can believe.”