Crooked

September 12, 2014  :: 0 comments

It happened after a night of drink and drugs, licking, sticking, sucking and fucking her way into friendship at a party. Jenny was speeding the streets trying to make it home before her father found her gone. He was always up with the first chirp of an early bird, and her time was quickly dwindling, as the fading moon foreshadowed …

Between the Barricades

July 2, 2013  :: 0 comments

A friend of mine had once advised me to refrain from making friends with my neighbors. This advice proved to be useful, but had I followed through with it, I would not be writing this. At the time I was naive, and thought nothing of a friendly chat with the neighbor next to whom I had just moved. I lived …

On A Monday Morning

April 9, 2013  :: 0 comments

He casually looks around, and his eyes begin to swell with a sort of impatient madness. He begins to fidget, leaning from one leg to the other, grinding his teeth, as an infant howls throughout the confined corridor. He hates himself for having become one with the many who thrive on the caffeinated concoction of original blend with milk and …

Nothing Seems to Ever Get Better

July 30, 2012  :: 0 comments

I can no longer look at them. They make me sick: the kind of nausea that a sheltered catholic school girl gets on her first night at the university. They’re very white and very dreadfully boring, but there’s nothing else to do. At least I can say that they’re strong enough to barricade all of the hideous things from which …