Reality is what you make it. And I tend to make it hell.
Click here to start with chapter 1 The ringing in my ears was deafening as my entire body caved inward, projecting me forward at incredible speed. I tried to cry out. I tried to cover my ears, but I couldn’t move. Wind whipped against my face and the bright light ahead was blinding. At last … Continue reading Climbing Backward: Chapter 5
Click here to start with chapter 1 As much as I'd like to blame it on the seat cushions, the cool night air, or the general lack of space in my car, my inability to sleep that night was completely unrelated. I mean, it's not every day you get asked to save the world. Is … Continue reading Climbing Backward: Chapter 4
No one can reach for an angelic future and still take that epic and necessary dive into the 5 feet of mud and grime that is humanity.
Click here to start with chapter 1 "You have to understand, whore, none of us really wants to be here." The pudgy Asian man, whom I could only think to refer to as 'Balloon crotch' seemed to be a little less interested in keeping things friendly. "We've chosen to be here because this is what's … Continue reading Climbing Backward: Chapter 3
Click here to start with chapter 1 A week later I went off the painkillers and quit my job - perhaps not the best timing, but the world of social work had gone dead to me years before when I ditched my savior complex anyways, and the depression I was sulking in basically sealed the … Continue reading Climbing Backward: Chapter 2
Click here to read the Prologue to this story The bacon sizzled. The eggs bubbled. He screamed as his finger grazed the side of frying pan. The saliva in his mouth soothed the wound as his magnificent breakfast began to blacken. “Ah, fuck!” he cried, grabbing a mitt and moving the pan off to the … Continue reading Mercy of Depravity: Chapter 1
What will I find If I dig that deep What will I discover When I fall asleep If I let myself dive To the dungeon, the lair Hanging, clinging To hollow thin air Where my mind starts to morph And my brain loses sight Where the sound of loud engines Repeats without right … Continue reading The Deep Within