As soon as I got home, my aunt was waiting by the door, belt in hand. I could hear the TV in the other room, letting me know my uncle was home too. “You know how long I’ve been sitting here?” she said, snapping the belt loud. I looked down at the floor and said, …
I couldn’t think about anything other than playing ball after school, hell, I don’t even remember going to class after that. Might as well have ditched and hung out at the park with how much of a fog in my own head I was in. When the bell rang, I zoomed out of there. Probably …
I remember the first time I watched AP play ball. It was like watching a hummingbird gracefully absorb all the nutrients a flower has to offer. For a split second, you feel as if you can finally see all its beauty and, in the blink of an eye, it’s gone. His legs moved so fast …
I’ll be the first to admit that as far as fiction writing went this month, I didn’t accomplish much. I did get to write about my childhood, coming to the United States, and what the country has allowed my family and I to achieve as an article for Authority Magazine. It was nice getting to …
Baylo felt a hand stroke his cheek. He opened his eyes and saw a dark figure over him, tattered, dirty, and monstrous. Its hair, if one could even call it that, covered its entire face. He could smell the stench emanating from the thousand years of rot. Baylo began to whimper as his body shook. …
It had never started out as a sham. The visions had been an accident, living dreams that had been made mistakes the moment he had spoken of them to his parents. They had sold him to the Sovereign, before the Sovereign had been known as that and had only been a tall, handsome, ambitious young …
Good news! I finished the short story I was working on yesterday. I thoroughly enjoyed writing the character, however, partway through the story I realized that I may not have done a very good job of fleshing out key points of his personality early on. I have to read through the story and see if …
2020 was a strange year for all of us. For me, it carried a big mix of sad and happy moments. The Sad Many of us had loved ones die and I shared in that respect. It may not have been a human but it hit me just as hard, if not more. My first …
“There not be more I can do?” asked the young whore as she caressed Bron’s bandaged hand. She must have never had a broken bone in her life or she would have known how painful what she was doing was, but he let her anyway. She was sweet to try and care for him, clean …
Bron let the rag slip over his head, soaking up the sweat that had beaded over his wrinkly skin. He picked up his pants from over the chair as he walked toward the open window. He found himself putting off covering himself as he let the cool air flow over his genitals. He looked out …