The air is muggy and thick. Not just warm, but hot. Its night and it is hot as day, no wind. Timelessly stifling. My body is covered in a layer of sweat masking itself as a second skin, impervious to comfort. Not a cloud in the sky, not a breeze on the horizon, not a …
–He is not afraid to kill me, because there is no death–
Broken and bruised. Scathed. Cut and bled out. A night seen through a Smokey haze, backlit by bare bulbs and reflected through broken glass. Exhaling slowly. A head in the clouds, walking through poppy fields ablaze. Dark skies behind and darker still up ahead. Keep walking. Don’t hold back, let it all out. Stumble. Fall. …
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Prosaic.
Here, at the end of all things… Optimism and pessimism shake hands and agree to disagree before solemnly bowing their heads in reverence to acceptance. The dull roar of modern life quiets to a whisper and becomes little more than white noise, overshadowed by the beating of your heart reverberated around the amphitheater of the …
I SOLD MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY TEE-SHIRT
A short comedy about a young loser who wants happiness so much he sells his soul to the devil, but things of course don’t work out the way he’d expect.
Incident on flight 102
A story I wrote more than 10 years ago. Something I’d like to convert to a TV episode, like Tales from the Crypt. It’s a short suspense story.