When Life was just a child, she tugged on Death’s sleeve and asked, “Brother, why is the sky so dim?”
Chapter 1 Responsibility is a bitch, isn’t it? My whole life was mapped out for me even before my conception and the details of my birth, childhood, and role in society have been fashioned specifically to accommodate what would eventually be my downfall. But I’ll get to that part later. I’ve learned soon enough that… Continue reading The Notorious Knine (teaser)
Monday walks into work, half awake and filled with Adderall. Despite his ragged attire, his over-washed, once navy now sky blue button-up, and his breath that reeks of cheap coffee, his overall appearance is passable. He’s not much of a crowd favorite and most tend to avoid him if they can. Everyone except the small… Continue reading The Days of the Week If They Were People
“I can’t write.” Her soft hand landed on my shoulder, the tendrils of comfort drifting from the warmth of her palm glided over my skin in vain. I was cold. “Try,” came her whisper. “You make it sound so easy.” I clutched my pen with pleading fingers, willing my whitened knuckles to tighten their hold— as… Continue reading Writer’s Block
I am inevitable. They tell others this all the time. I have no soul, they cry. I’m heartless, they yell. Then they beg for me to undo what has already been done. To give back to them what I cannot. Will not. I am usually hated for this. That’s quite fine. I’ve grown accustomed to… Continue reading Life and Death (Excerpt from a novel I might never write)
It was a normal day. The outside world hummed the same tune as always. The mailman delivered the post at exactly 8:30 and the sound of wind clap and padding paws greeted me as I awoke from a dreamless night. It was another Tuesday of another month set in motion by the rotation of a universe I thought I knew so well.